Hay, their baby daughter, also
named Nanette, and by her the worthy couple had done their very best.
Perhaps it would have been wiser had they sent the child away from all
association with the Sioux, but she had lived eight years on the Laramie
in daily contact with them, sharing the Indian sports and games, loving
their free life, and rebelling furiously when finally taken East. "She"
was the real reason why her aunt spent so many months of each succeeding
year away from her husband and the frontier. One of the girl's playmates
was a magnificent young savage, a son of Crow Killer, the famous chief.
The father was killed the day of Crazy Horse's fierce assault on the
starving force of General Crook at Slim Buttes in '76, and good, kind
missionary people speedily saw promise in the lad, put him at school and
strove to educate him. The rest they knew. Sometimes at eastern schools,
sometimes with Buffalo Bill, but generally out of money and into
mischief, Eagle Wing went from one year to another, and Nanette,
foolishly permitted to meet him again in the East, had become
infatuated. All that art and education, wealth, travel and luxury
combined could do, was done to wean her from her passionate adoration of
this superb young savage.
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