Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-09-04

| the Missouri the southern boundary of the
| hunt. With the approach of the end the
| fun grew faster and more furious. Dart
| ing yellow spots flashed along the fringe
of timber. where the frightened antelope
turned to dodge the coming tornado. Sour
| rying specks along the plain testified that
! the deer in the woods and wallows felt that
| it was good to be elsewhere. Foxes fed
| from out their cover. and here and there a
snarling cougar grinned defiance and
| sought some cleft in the rocks. while an
occasional coyote, broken of his rest,
licked his chops as he reflected on what the
night would bring forth. Prairie dogs
| looked from their villages on the whirl-
| wind and persisted by hundreds. Rabbits
and rats flashed for a moment to the sight
and faded in the distance.
With roar the herd crashed through the
timber and burst into the river. drinking
as they swan. The bank and current
were dyed red as the painting braves tailed
| off the hunt, and when it was finished and
silence fell. when the keen wind had rolled
| away the heavy cloud of DUST many saw
age wiped away the blood of buffaloes to
find his own yelling up and wonder how it
happened.
Henderson came up, his face distorted
| with passion and CLEAN of singular feroc-
| ity in his eyes, for more than a battle of
men does buffalo run develop the most
| savage of the instincts, and the quietest
and steadiest nerved of the palefaces must
yield his training to the influence of
such a day. The tourist whose guide
| leads him up to sick bull or a nursing
| COW thinks he has accomplished great ex-
| cltement when the horns of his chase are
packed away for him, but the real hunt.
with all its emotions and desperate dangers,
| lies only within the reach of him who fol-
lows fast upon the trail of an Indian tribe.
It was moonlight that night, and the
| journey back lay through groves of
| slaughtered game. Miles of the dead and
| dying lay silent or tossed restlessly, the
wounded reaching hot, tired tongues for
even the dew drops. 1t was thirsty ride
and feverish, but the escort seemed only
intent on the fruits of the victory. and
conversed volubly on the wealth to be theirs
when the hides were corded up outside the
| log store at the agency.
Curious about those buffalo horses
commented Mr.. Henderson, dismounting
at hill and holding his pony by the
name. ''They are trained to get the buffa-
10 and protect the rider too. You saw how
they would edge up to brute, keeping in
a line parallel to him, turning when he
turned, and creeping closer until a vital
spot was exposed. They don't stop when
the buffalo falls, but press forward upon
another, and so keep it up until the day is
over and the gathering up begins
And the buffalo pony is never employed
| for other purposes. Kept for the service,
he is treated with even more consideration
than the war horse, and put up to the bent
| of his powers only when the run is an
| nounced as in sight.
Along the trail were moving shapes,
prowling like shadows among the slain.
and as the little party turned up toward
Wolf creek and home, shot scattered a
snarlng group that fled.
1T will be bad season for coyotes as
the tribe come back for the clean up OBJ
served Mr.. Henderson. "A spoiled buffalo
means widowhood for some sneaking wolf
in her nest" And Mr. Henderson lighted
a peaceful pipe undisturbed by the growls
and snappings that revealed the return of
the pirates of the plains to their prey.