| d the poor beast went down.
          Harris said afterward, when the danger was all over, that
          the only thing he feared was that perhaps the bull's tail
          would pull out, and if it did, he was well aware that he
          was a goner.  We brought his tongue, hump, and a hindquarter
          to the ranch with us, and had a glorious feast and a big
          laugh that night with the boys over the ridiculous adventure.
General Richard Irving Dodge, United States army, in his work on the big
game of America, says:
          It is almost impossible for a civilized being to realize
          the value to the plains Indian of the buffalo.  It furnished
          him with home, food, clothing, bedding, horse equipment--
          almost everything.
          From 1869 to 1873 I was stationed at various posts along
          the Arkansas River.  Early in spring, as soon as the dry
          and apparently desert prairie had begun to change its coat
          of dingy brown to one of palest green, the horizon would
          begin to be dotted with buffalo, single or in groups of two
          or three, forerunners of the coming herd.  Thick and thicker,
          and in large groups they come, until by the time the grass
          is well up, the whole vast landscape appears a mass of
          buffalo, some individuals feeding, others lying down, but
          the herd slowly moving to the northward; of their number,
          it was impossible to form a conjecture.
          Determined as they are to pursue their journey northward,
          yet they are exceedingly cautious and timid about it,
          and on any alarm rush to the southward with all speed,
          until that alarm is dissipated.  Especially is this the case
          when any unusual object appears in their rear, and so
          utterly regardless of consequences are they, that an old
          plainsman will not risk a wagon-train in such a herd,
          where rising ground will permit those in front to get
          a good view of their rear.
          In May, 1871, I drove in a buggy from old Fort Zarah
          to Fort Larned, on the Arkansas River.  The distance is
          thirty-four miles.  At least twenty-five miles of that
          distance was through an immense herd.  The whole country
          was one mass of buffalo, apparently, and it was only when
          actually among them, that the seemingly solid |