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Show CHAPTER VII. THE BUFFALO· "Twice twenty leagues Beyond remotest smoke of hunter's camp, Roams the majestic brute, in herds that shake d . te , The earth with thun enng !i ps. BRYANT. FouR days on the Platte, and yet no buffalo ! Last year's signs of them were provokingly abundant; and wood being extremely scarce, we found an admirable substitute in the bois de vache, which burns exactly like peat, producing no unpleas. ant effects. The wagons one morning had left the camp ; Shaw and I were already on horseback, but I-Ienry Chatillon still sat cross-legged by the dead embers of the fire, playing pensively with the lock of his rifie, while his sturdy Wyandot pony stood quietly behind him, looking over his head. At last he got up, patted the neck of the pony (whom, from an exaggerated appreciation of his merits, he had christened ' Five Hun· dred Dollar), and then mounted, with a melancholy air. 'What is it, Henry?' 'Ah, I feel lonesome; I never been here before; but I see away yonder over the buttes, and down there on the prairie, black-all black with buffalo !' THE BUFFALO. '37 In the afternoon, he and I left the party in search of an antelope; until at the distance of a mile or two on the right, the tall white wagons and the little black specks of horsemen were just visible, so slowly advancing that they seemed motionless; and far on the left rose the broken line of scorched, desolate sand-hills. The vast plain waved with tall rank grass, that swept our horses' bellies ; it swayed to and fi·o in billows with the light breeze, and far and near antelope and wolves were moving through it, the hairy backs of the latter alternately appearing and disappearing as they bounded awkwardly along; while the antelope, with the simple curiosity peculiar to them, would often approach us closely, their little horns and white throats just visible above the grass tops, as they gazed eagerly at us with their round black eyes. I dismounted, and amused myself with firing at the wolves. I-Ienry attentively scrutinized the surrounding landscape; at length he gave a shout, and called on me to mount again, pointing in the direction of the sand-hills. A miJe and a half from us, two minute black specks slowly traversed the face of one of the bare glaring declivities, and disappeared behind the summit. 'Let us go!' cried Henry, belaboring the sides of 'Five Hundred Dollar;' and I following in his wake, we galloped rapidly through the rank grass toward the base of the hills. . From one of their openings descended a deep ravine, widenmg ~s it issued on the prairie. We entered it, and galloping up, In a mmnent were surrounded by the bleak sand-hills. I-Ialf of th e1· r s t eep s1' d es were bare ; the rest were scanti. ly clo. thed with c 1u mps o f grass, and van.o us uncouth plants, con-spicuous among which appeared the reptile-like prickly-pear. They were gashed with numberless ravines; and as the sky |
