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to be witnessed and wondering how I would "pan out" in the view of my "red brothers." I had not noticed the manner of their own arrangements in an important particular that I will hereafter allude to.

At a given signal all started, and when the first blue streaks of dawn allowed the moving column to be visible I had time to make an inspection of the strange cavalcade, and note peculliarities. I saw at once, placed a disadvantage, the "white brother."

I had started fully equipped--bridle, saddle, lariat, rifle, pistol, belt, etc--and astride of my pony. They with as near nothing in garments as Adam and Eve, only breech clout and moccasins, no saddle, no blanket, not even a bridle, only a small mouth rope, light bow and a few arrows in hand-- in facr not an ounce of weight more than necessary and unlike myself, all suddling along at a marvelous rate, leading their fiery ponies, so I'm to reserve every energy for the grand event in prospect.

Taking it all in at a glance, your "humble servant," quite abashed. Let go all holts and slipped off his critter, feeling that the Bronch looked like a government pack mule. I at once mentally gave up the intention of paralyzing my light-rigged side pards in the coming contest. As they were all walking, I thought the buffalo were quite near, but what was my surprise was mile after mile was scored. That I gradually found myself dropping slowly but surely behind, and so as not to get left, compelled every now and then o count and lope to the front, there to percieve from the twinkling eyes of friend "Lo" a smile that his otherwise solid face gave not evidence of. how deep an Indian can think, and it was not to be surface plain, I believe has never been thoroughly measured. I just imagine this "lick" kept up with apparent ease by them for ten or twelve miles, and you measured. Just imagine this "lick" kept up with apperant ease by them for ten or twelve miles, and you may get a partial idea of your friend Jack's tribulations.

Fortunately, I kept up, wbut at what an expense of muscle, verging on a complete "funk," you can only appreciate by a similar spin.

About this time a halt was made, and you bet I was mighty glad of it. Suddenly two or three scouts rode up. A hurried council was held during which the pipe was passed. Everything seemed to be now arranged and, after a little further advance again a hannd, when amid great but suppressed excitement, every Indian mounted his now almost frantic steed whuch eagerly seeking to edge his way without observation to the front.

About two hundred horses almost abreast in the front line, say one hundred and fifty wedging in hald way between formed a hald second line and one hundred struggling for place-- a third line: the chiefs in front gesticulating, pantomiming and with slashing whips, keeping back the excited mass, whose plunging panting ponies, as impatient as their masters, fretted, frothed, and foamed-- both seemed moulded into one being, with only one thought, one feeling, one ambition, as with flashing eye they waited for the signal, "Go," to let their pent up feelings speed on to the honors of the chase.

to be witnessed and wondering how I would "pan out" in the view of my "red brothers." I had not noticed the manner of their own arrangements in an important particular that I will hereafter allude to.

At a given signal all started, and when the first blue streaks of dawn allowed the moving column to be visible I had time to make an inspection of the strange cavalcade, and note peculliarities. I saw at once, placed a disadvantage, the "white brother."

I had started fully equipped--bridle, saddle, lariat, rifle, pistol, belt, etc--and astride of my pony. They with as near nothing in garments as Adam and Eve, only breech clout and moccasins, no saddle, no blanket, not even a bridle, only a small mouth rope, light bow and a few arrows in hand-- in facr not an ounce of weight more than necessary and unlike myself, all suddling along at a marvelous rate, leading their fiery ponies, so I'm to reserve every energy for the grand event in prospect.

Taking it all in at a glance, your "humble servant," quite abashed. Let go all holts and slipped off his critter, feeling that the Bronch looked like a government pack mule. I at once mentally gave up the intention of paralyzing my light-rigged side pards in the coming contest. As they were all walking, I thought the buffalo were quite near, but what was my surprise was mile after mile was scored. That I gradually found myself dropping slowly but surely behind, and so as not to get left, compelled every now and then o count and lope to the front, there to percieve from the twinkling eyes of friend "Lo" a smile that his otherwise solid face gave not evidence of. how deep an Indian can think, and it was not to be surface plain, I believe has never been thoroughly measured. I just imagine this "lick" kept up with apparent ease by them for ten or twelve miles, and you measured. Just imagine this "lick" kept up with apperant ease by them for ten or twelve miles, and you may get a partial idea of your friend Jack's tribulations.

Fortunately, I kept up, wbut at what an expense of muscle, verging on a complete "funk," you can only appreciate by a similar spin.

About this time a halt was made, and you bet I was mighty glad of it. Suddenly two or three scouts rode up. A hurried council was held during which the pipe was passed. Everything seemed to be now arranged and, after a little further advance again a hannd, when amid great but suppressed excitement, every Indian mounted his now almost frantic steed whuch eagerly seeking to edge his way without observation to the front.

About two hundred horses almost abreast in the front line, say one hundred and fifty wedging in hald way between formed a hald second line and one hundred struggling for place-- a third line: the chiefs in front gesticulating, pantomiming and with slashing whips, keeping back the excited mass, whose plunging panting ponies, as impatient as their masters, fretted, frothed, and foamed-- both seemed moulded into one being, with only one thought, one feeling, one ambition, as with flashing eye they waited for the signal, "Go," to let their pent up feelings speed on to the honors of the chase.