ion."

[Notes: RIVALRY OVER THE BUFFALO

(Comanche drawing on a buffalo shoulder blade)

_The Indian chase is by arrow; the white man's by the lasso, gun, and
spear. The rivalry is indicated by half the buffalo being drawn as
belonging to one race, half to the other. The white men are supposed
to be Spaniards. The shoulder blade was found in the Comanche country,
in Texas._]

[Illustration: _Enlarged from a sketch in Report of the Bureau of
Ethnology_]

[Notes: CAPTURE OF A WANDERING BUFFALO

(Indian drawing)

_A buffalo has wandered near an Indian village, and is being captured.
The dotted lines indicate footprints. One Indian, having secured the
buffalo by his forefeet, tells his companion of his success--indicated
by the line drawn from his mouth to its feet. Another, having secured
the buffalo by the horns, gives a companion a chance to kill it with
an axe. This he intends to do--indicated by the line from his mouth to
its head, as well as by his attitude. The Indian in the upper corner
is told by his squaw to take an arrow and join in the capture. He
turns his head to inform her that he has an arrow--indicated by
holding it up, and by the line from his mouth to her._]

[Illustration: _Enlarged from a sketch in Report of the Bureau of
Ethnology_]

MY FIRST BUFFALO HUNT[G]

_Omaha_

I went three times on the buffalo hunt. When I was there the first
time, I was small; therefore, I did not shoot the buffaloes. But I
used to take care of the pack horses for those who surrounded the
herd. When they surrounded the herd at the very first, I spoke of
shooting at the buffaloes. But my father said, "Perhaps the horse
might throw you suddenly, and then the buffalo might gore you." And I
was in a bad humor.

My father went with me to the hill. We sat and looked on them when
they attacked the buffaloes. And notwithstanding my father talked to
me, I continued there without talking to him. At length one man was
coming directly toward the tents in pursuit of a buffalo bull. And the
buffalo bull was savage. He attacked the man now and then.

"Come! Go thither," said my father. I tied a lariat on a large red
mare that was very tall. And taking a very light gun which my father
had, I went over there. When I arrived the buffalo bull was standing
motionless. The man said he was very glad that I had come. The buffalo
bull was savage. The man shot suddenly at him with a bow and wounded
him on the back. A