Outing . his imple-ments. He got his strength and skill withweapons and with horses, his agility, hiswork, his sport, all in bison hunting. Neverwere twins bound closer together, neverwas nature more helpful to man than in thisrelationship ; and now that the bison isgone the Indian is the most helpless crea-ture on the Creators foot stool. But be-fore speaking of his now helpless statelet it be noted that grave as was thematter to him he did almost as much asthe white man toward the unnecessaryand brutal extermination of the bison. The extinction of the animal was theresult of the increasing v
Outing . his imple-ments. He got his strength and skill withweapons and with horses, his agility, hiswork, his sport, all in bison hunting. Neverwere twins bound closer together, neverwas nature more helpful to man than in thisrelationship ; and now that the bison isgone the Indian is the most helpless crea-ture on the Creators foot stool. But be-fore speaking of his now helpless statelet it be noted that grave as was thematter to him he did almost as much asthe white man toward the unnecessaryand brutal extermination of the bison. The extinction of the animal was theresult of the increasing value of the the bison and the red man lived to-gether in the manner provided by nature,the latter no more lessened the plenteous-ness of the animals than the wise man-agement of our seal fisheries in Alaskadecreases the supply in that field. Butwhen the white pot hunters began theirravages, those who saw the tragedyduring its progress say that the Indiansbecame frenzied and, in Canada at least,. :^«^?^v,?^ AN OLD-TIME HERD. OUTING FOR OCTOBER. acted like demented huntsmen. Wellarmed and mounted, they rode into theherds of bison and slaughtered them frommere deviltry, killing them by the myriadin summer when the skins were worthless,and merely pulling out their tongues forluscious fireside tid-bits, while they leftthe carcasses to rot and feed the was a high carnival of murder, unequal-ed, probably, in the annals of sport,savagery or folly. At Calgary, in Alberta, the young me-tropolis of the Northwest Provinces, I wastold that some of these same Indians whoengaged in this reckless slaughter (Crees,Bloods, Piegans and Blackfeet all werealike concerned in it) now take to theirponies in the springtime and ride away asof old, but in silence and sadness. Where are you bound ? some whiteman inquires of one at the head of thecavalcade. For the buffalo is the reply. But there are no more. No, we know it. Then why are you going on such afoolish chase? Oh, we always
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