The White Rabbit is wise.
Her words fall as the snow on Tootoonolo, and the rocky heart of
Muck-a-Muck is hidden. What says my brother the Gray Gopher of
Dutch Flat?"
"She has spoken, Muck-a-Muck," said the Judge, gazing fondly on his
daughter. "It is well. Our treaty is concluded. No, thank you,--
you need NOT dance the Dance of Snow Shoes, or the Moccasin Dance,
the Dance of Green Corn, or the Treaty Dance. I would be alone. A
strange sadness overpowers me."
"I go," said the Indian. "Tell your great chief in Washington, the
Sachem Andy, that the Red Man is retiring before the footsteps of
the adventurous Pioneer. Inform him, if you please, that westward
the star of empire takes its way, that the chiefs of the Pi-Ute
nation are for Reconstruction to a man, and that Klamath will poll
a heavy Republican vote in the fall."
And folding his blanket more tightly around him, Muck-a-Muck
withdrew.
CHAPTER III.
Genevra Tompkins stood at the door of the log-cabin, looking after
the retreating Overland Mail stage which conveyed her father to
Virginia City. "He may never return again," sighed the young girl
as she glanced at the frightfully rolling vehicle and wildly
careering horses,--"at least, with unbroken bones.
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