Passed many wolf holes near which lay withered bones. Mr. T. says that wolves throw out the dirt on one side. Prairie dogs all round. Passed a village of these dogs. When they bark they accentuate with their tails like toys children have - Prairie chickens fly.
Larks sing and rise or hop along over path.
About 5.15 P.M., I noticed Wajapa standing silhouetted against the sky, this time not on a high hill, which he usually gallops up to view the country round, but on the brink of a descent. I felt sure we were near the fort. When we arrived at his standpoint, there lay on the broad plateau the rectangular buildings of the Fort. We descended the sand hill, down, down till we reached the level plain. Far to the left stretched the prairie, the horizon bounded by the rolling elevation.