Year: 1879

ab me ana then QTOp ner eyes Ou Gu0 buckskin shirt shewas embroidering with Crow hair. Several times I noticed this, and replied with smile. The lodge emptied. All were gone except the girl. She quickly came to my side, apparent ly to refold s> me buffalo robes, and in a whisper said "You are to die to-mor- row. Tonight I will have the best horse in the camp saddled and standing on the outside of the lodge. I will have the tent cut from the outside, You jump through, mount, and ride for your life, You may escape. You will burn if you stay Then with smile, 'The mare is mine. She is the fastest animal in the valley of the Yellowstone. I will give her to you.' She left me and quickly resumed her work. As she wove the hair of many Grow scalplocks into the shirt, I sat looking thankfully at her. She never looked at me again. As 1saw chance for my life, my heart beat so loudly that thought it would be heard. I calmed my face and waited. I ate fairly Of supper. I smoked pipe. All were very kind and attentive to me. Night was passing away and still the Indians fingered, looking on the man they were to burn tomorrow. I jumped back against the tent to rest myself when I felt hand gently pushing me forward.

 Sitting whistling, I felt the point of 8 knife come through and strike my neck. I did not finch I could feel the blood trickle down my back could feel the knife carefully drawn down until it hit the ground. Still whistling, l waited, my heart humping, my blood on fire waited a minute to give whoever cut the tent time to escape. Then grasping my heart and nerves for an instant, I gath cred myself, and turned backward through the opening. Instantly jump ing to my feet, I vaulted into the saddle that was on the back of white horse that stood there, and, in the midst of yells, of rifle shots, of pack of bowling dogs, we rushed out of the camp. It seemed to me as though thousand horsemen were in pursuit of me instant ly. We galloped up the river to bend I had seen. Dashing in, we forded it under fire that made the water boil around us, and were out of water and on the level land to the north of the river before any of the Sioux were half way across. Striking the trail to the Boze- man Pass, took it, and knowing it. pushed boldly on, and, though hotly pursued, my horse outlasted theirs, and I escaped. I never drew rein until I dismounted to the west of the Pass. The girl saved me. With any other hore I should have been recaptured and burned. I have not got the girl. The love have for her the mare has instead. I Ireburned to my post, and made no trade in the Yellowstone that year.

 "Again. Last winter the snow was on the ground in January, and for three days I had been hunting or running antelope. The sun was very bright, and my eyes hurt me. I saw specks floating about. Little chains with small links were constantly before me. My eyes burned smartly when returned to the agency. Daily while hunting had seen the low black clouds in the north that indicate the formation of marshalling of the winds of the frozen north. Daily the south wind swept them beyond the northern horizon; but the next morn ing found them looming portentously In the northern sky. On my return to the agency found runner had just got ill from Belly River, in British America, with important news for me. It was necessary that should go up al once. started the next morning. My eyes hurt dreadfully.

 |" I always go the Belly River when the snow is on the ground by way of the Sweet Grass Hills, and there I camp one night. One side of the hills is always bare of snow, and there is spring ot good water on the northern side of the centre hill. A strong south wind was blowing when I started, but by noon saw the clouds to the north suddenly rise up. I knew that the marshalling o the north winds was completed, and they were eager for the assault on the sof south wind. On came the black cloud The south wind still blew fiercely, bu it could not stem the assault from thu arctic region. Birds flew south before

 the storm antelope and deer were run ming for shelter. I had reached my camping ground, and stood looking ia

 off to the north, seeing the landmark

 disappear one by one as the head of tn

 blizzard reached them and shroude. them in its icy breath. A calm. The1 with mighty rush and loud nois

 the head of the blizzard swept pas

 me. The air was filled with particles o

 ice that cut through almost horizontally

 and seemed as if they would never fall

 Colder, ever colder, grew the wind

 and denser the air as the ice particle

 thickened. I sought shelter in tn

 rocks. Buckling the clothing on tL

 mare, turned her loose, knowing tha

 she would not leave me. Then I la

 down on my blankets, and, wrappin

 my beaver cloak around me, I tried t

 sleep. began thinking, and could nc

 sleep.

 The buffalo had not come south tha

 winter, and the wolves were gaunt an

 hungry. As they follow horsema1

 over the plains in the summer, so the

 do in winter, only more of them-an

 those great, gaunt famine breeders, tn

 gray and black ones, go in largely ii