Antelope's

"_Mister_ Smith" -- with oily, sarcastic emphasis -- "how did you know that was White Antelope's blanket, when you never _saw_ White Antelope?"

'Me--Smith' Caroline Lockhart 1916

I'd like to see a stake driven through his black heart on White Antelope's grave.

'Me--Smith' Caroline Lockhart 1916

Antelope's grave, she had known, with an intuition both savage and childish, that his sympathy was sincere.

'Me--Smith' Caroline Lockhart 1916

Antelope's body had lain, and reflected that it was curious how long the black stain of blood would stay on sand and gravel.

'Me--Smith' Caroline Lockhart 1916

After a moment's talk among themselves, the Indians went to hitch the horses to the wagon, to bring White Antelope's body home.

'Me--Smith' Caroline Lockhart 1916

He knew that the Indians had learned White Antelope's fate.

'Me--Smith' Caroline Lockhart 1916

The finding of White Antelope's body, and its subsequent burial, had delayed the opening of Dora's night-school, so Smith, for reasons of his own, had spent much of his time in the bunk-house, covertly studying the grub-liners, who passed the hours exchanging harrowing experiences of their varied careers.

'Me--Smith' Caroline Lockhart 1916

When they had come within a short distance of the lodges unperceived, they lay flat for a long time, and studied the ways of the young men in every particular, for it was Antelope's plan to enter the great village and mingle boldly with its inhabitants.

Old Indian Days 1907

Antelope's excitement increased as he neared the teepee, which was protected by a barricade of thick brush.

Old Indian Days 1907

The little sphere had already nestled into Antelope's palm and that fleetest of Wahpetons had thrown down his lacrosse stick and set a determined eye upon the northern goal.

Indian Boyhood 1902