This morning I went up town before train time. Stoped at a shop and bought some curos. The shop keeper told me much about Indians there. Many of them are farming ct. He called my attention to one who was passing, who he said was Chief Big Foot. He had on many coats and the out side one was a linen duster. As the ground was covered with snow, he was a sight.
I have wondered since—if the shop keeper knew I was a “tenderfoot,” and was stuffing me. When I reached Topeka, I had my trunk rechecked. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving.
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