. The border and the buffalo, an untold story of the southwest plains; the bloody border of Missouri and Kansas. The story of the slaughter of the buffalo. Westward among the big game and wild tribes. A story of mountain and plain . recoming down. We then came back, passed Godey, wenta few steps up the south fdrk, and did the same. Herethe tracks were going up. We proceeded up the southfork, riding very slowly, about a half-mile, and dismounted. We again repeated the match-lighting as at the mouthof the canon. Here the sides of the canon were slopingand the breaks were lower. We proceeded stil
. The border and the buffalo, an untold story of the southwest plains; the bloody border of Missouri and Kansas. The story of the slaughter of the buffalo. Westward among the big game and wild tribes. A story of mountain and plain . recoming down. We then came back, passed Godey, wenta few steps up the south fdrk, and did the same. Herethe tracks were going up. We proceeded up the southfork, riding very slowly, about a half-mile, and dismounted. We again repeated the match-lighting as at the mouthof the canon. Here the sides of the canon were slopingand the breaks were lower. We proceeded still farther,and came to a dead horse lying across the well-beatenpath over which we were passing. Here I put the blanketover the guides head. He lit a match and examined thetrail, after which he said in a whisper that he and I wouldgo on afoot. I told Godey what he said. Then we wentahead. We must have gone fully a mile, when we halted andsat down. He whispered, Now let us listen. After listening for some little time and hearing no unusualsound, he again whispered, saying, There is a long deepwater-hole just around the next bend a little above us;and there was where he expected to find the camp. 218 THE BORDER AND THE STORY OF THE SOUTHWEST PLAINS. 219 Any one who has attempted to crawl up close to ahostile Indian camp on a dim, moonless, starlit night willrealize the necessity of using the utmost precaution, andcan imagine to what a tension the nerves are keyed. Thewhir of a night-thrush, the flutter of a disturbed bird, amisstep, a stumble, an involuntary cough or a sneeze, oranything that would attract an alert ear which might bein close proximity,—all these things must be taken intoaccount; and together, in a locality that had not beenseen in daylight, will produce a peculiar feeling. We went a few steps farther; the path we were on ranclose up to the base of the hill at the bend, and we werepractically out of the canon and right at the lower endof the water-hole
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