rom a forest fire. Soon the leaders of the charge came in sight,
and upon seeing the timber stockade they gave forth a great snort
or roar that fairly shook the earth. Thousands upon thousands of mad
buffalo charged upon the little fort. The leaders hit the first stockade
and it soon gave way. The maddened buffalo pushed forward by the
thousands behind them; plunged forward, only to fall into the first
ditch and be trampled to death by those behind them. The brothers were
not slow in using their arrows, and many a noble beast went down before
their deadly aim with a little flint pointed arrow buried deep in his
heart.

The second stockade stood their charge a little longer than did the
first, but finally this gave way, and the leaders pushed on through,
only to fall into the second ditch and meet a similar fate to those
in the first. The brothers commenced to look anxiously towards their
nephew, as there was only one more stockade left, and the second ditch
was nearly bridged over with dead buffalo, with the now thrice maddened
buffalo attacking the last stockade more furiously than before, as they
could see the little hut through the openings in the corral.

"Come in, uncles," shouted Stone boy. They obeyed him, and stepping to
the center he said: "Watch me build my fence." Suiting the words, he
took from his belt an arrow with a white stone fastened to the point and
fastening it to his bow, he shot it high in the air. Straight up into
the air it went, for two or three thousand feet, then seemed to stop
suddenly and turned with point down and descended as swiftly as it had
ascended. Upon striking the ground a high stone wall arose, enclosing
the hut and all who were inside. Just then the buffalo broke the last
stockade only to fill the last ditch up again. In vain did the leaders
butt the stone wall. They hurt themselves, broke their horns and mashed
their snouts, but could not even scar the wall.

The uncles and Stone boy in the meantime rained arrows of death into
their ranks.

When the buffalo chief saw what they had to contend with, he ordered the
fight off. The crier or herald sang out: "Come away, come away, Stone
boy and his uncles will kill all of us."

So the buffalo withdrew, leaving over two thousand of their dead and
wounded on the field, only to be skinned and put away for the feasts
of Stone boy and his uncles, who lived to be great chiefs of their own
tribe, and whose many relations soon joined them