I rose at once and when nearly dressed, suggested that I waken the Indians. Wajapa had said that a white horse should be given him at Fort Randall. A white horse is a lucky gift. He laughed and bye and bye after many shouts arose. Buffalo-chip and his wife were really troubled yesterday because S. threw salt on the fire.
Many little birds are homeless on the burnt prairie.
As we rode hundreds, if not thousands of buffalo birds flew over the prairie, flying not more than three or four feet from the ground, their wings flashing in the sunlight and looking like a flurry of driving snow. It was wonderful to watch them against the horizon. I waited long and then saw that the buggy and team had started on, so I pushed on to the next hill. Here I waited long. At last the team rounded the top of the hill and S. was driving and Ga-ha in my usual place.