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She runs black sand under the mud, God knows how deep. Ye kain't run a buffler inter hit he knows. Come on!" They spurred down a half mile of gentle slope, hard and firm under foot, and halted at the edge of one of the strange man-traps which sometimes were found in the undrained Plains a slough of tall, coarse, waving grass which undoubtedly got its moisture from some lower stratum.
They wouldn't a been, blast 'em, if I had er had my traps, but there wa'n't a critter, from the minners to the buffler, that didn't take on as if they knowed how this nigger war fixed. I could get nothing for two days but lizard, an' scarce at that. I chewed up the old leggings, until I was as naked as Pike's Peak." "Golly! was it winter?" "No, 'twur calf time, and warm enuff for that matter.
Tom loves nice tender buffler steak best, an' I'm goin' to have it ready fur him, while Sol dotes most on fat juicy wild turkey, an' that'll be waitin' fur him, too." He turned to his stores, and producing the delicacies his comrades loved began to fry them over the coals. The pleasant odors filled their rocky home. "I give them two a half hour more," he said.
"I'll risk it with the dragoon revolvers," replied Banion, indicating his holsters. "Not the first time for them, either." "No? Well, maybe-so they'll do; but fer me, I want a hunk o' lead. Fer approachin' a buffler, still-huntin', the rifle's good, fer ye got time an' kin hold close. Plenty o' our men'll hunt thataway to-day, an' git meat; but fer me, give me a hunk o' lead.
"I've et horse an' mule an' dog," said he, "an' wolf, wil'cat an' skunk, an' perrairy dog an' snake an' most ever'thing else that wears a hide, but I never could eat Sioux. But to-morrer we'll have ribs in camp. I've seed the buffler, an' we own this side the river now." Molly Wingate sat on a bed roll near by, knitting as calmly as though at home, but filled with wrath.
"We're to wait his signal, Master Bart, and then ride up the slope here, and go right at the buffler. Don't be afraid, my lad, but pick out the one you mean to have, and then stick to him till you've brought him down with a bullet right through his shoulder." "I'll try not to be afraid, Joses," said Bart; "but I can't help feeling a bit excited."
At this moment, I was startled from my reflections by an exclamation from Cudjo, who had stopped suddenly, and was pointing to some object directly ahead of us. I looked forward; and saw in the dim light something that very much resembled a large quadruped. "`P'raps, Massa, whispered Cudjo, `him be de buffler. "`Perhaps it is a buffalo; but what is to be done? I have left my rifle.
"Did you ever toss a hunk of buffler meat to a hungry hound, and seen how nice he'd catch it in his jaws, and gulp it down without winkin', and then he'd lick his chops, and look up and whine for more. Wal, that's just the fix you folks are in. Lone Wolf and his men will swallow you down without winkin', and then be mad that there ain't somethin' left to squinch thar hunger."
Spent a night inside a dead horse while a prairie fire swept over me in Montana Territory an' another time slept inside a dead buffler when the Comanches was on the war path an' I didn't keer to leave my kyard on them.
Hit's the truth the plow does bury the buffler, an' fer keeps! Ye kain't kill a plow, ner neither kin yer scare hit away. Hit's the holdin'est thing ther is, ma'am hit never does let go." "How long'll we wait here?" the older woman demanded. "Anyhow fer two-three days, ma'am. Thar's a lot has got to sort put stuff an' throw hit away here.
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