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He thinks there's Injun somewhere; that they have been hunting the buffler and made 'em stampede. We shall have to be off, my lad. No breakfast this morning." It was as Joses said. The Beaver was of opinion that enemies must be near at hand, so he sent out scouts to feel for the danger, and no fire could be lighted lest it should betray their whereabouts to a watchful foe.
You dah to say they shayn't and I'll comb you with this varmint from head to foot! The tiger and the buffler shell lay down together. They shell! Now, you, Joe! Behold! I am here to see it done. The lion and the buffler shell lay down together!" Mouthing these words again and again, the parson forced his way through the surge in the wake of the buffalo.
A thick sheaf of arrows, newly sharpened, swung in the beaver quiver at his back. Lean, swart, lank of hair, he had small look of the white man left about him as he rode now, guiding his horse with a jaw rope of twisted hair and playing his bow with a half dozen arrows held along it with the fingers of his left hand. "For buffler the bow's the best," said he. "I'll show ye before long."
"Fresh track, cap'n; buffler!" "What number; can you guess?" "A gang o' fifty or tharabout. They've tuk through the thicket yander-away. I kin sight the sky. Thur's clur ground not fur from us; and I'd stak a plew thur in it. I think it's a small parairia, cap." "Halt here, men!" said Seguin; "halt and keep silent. Ride forward, Rube.
"Not they, I tell you, my lad; and I should like to see you show your pluck by getting down and walking up to them. It would be about the best lesson in buffler you ever had." "But they might charge me, Joses," said Bart, uneasily. "Did I tell you right about 'em before," said Joses, "or did I tell you wrong, my lad?" "You told me right; but you might be wrong about them here."
Nacherl, when the runners come back an' told what that thing really was, all the Injuns, every tribe, said if the white man was goin' to bury the buffler the white man had got to stay back. "Us trappers an' traders got along purty well with the Injuns they could get things they wanted at the posts or the Rendyvous, an' that was all right. They had pelts to sell.
When I kim closer, I seed it wur the karkidge o' a buffler calf at that an' a couple o' buzzarts floppin' about on the thing, pickin' its peepers out. 'Twur far out, an' the water deep; but I'd made up my mind to fetch it ashore. I wa'n't long in strippin', I reckin." Here the hunters interrupted Rube's story with a laugh. "I tuk the water, an' swam out.
He sawed away, perspired, shouted and sang as though his life depended on his performance. He was having as good, or better time, than anyone. With scarcely a moment to breathe he'd launch into another call and not once the whole night through did he repeat: "Ole Buffler Bill Buffler Bill! Never missed an' never will."
"Well, I speak Blackfoot, Crow, Bannack, Grow Vaw, Snake an' Ute," grumbled the scout, "but I never run acrost no Latins out here. I allowed maybe-so ye was allowin' I couldn't kill buffler with Ole Sal. That's what I keep her fer just buffler. I'll show ye afore long." And even as Bridger had promised for his favorite weapon, he did prove beyond cavil the efficiency of Old Sal.
"I dunno, but bunch grass is pow'ful fillin' an' fattenin', an' when a country runs fifteen or eighteen hundred miles each way, thar's a lot o' grass in it. The Sioux, the Cheyennes, the Pawnees an' all the plains Indians live on the buffler." "And in my opinion," said Brady, "the buffalo must have been increasing until the white man came with firearms.
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