THE WOLF HUNTERS 



"What seems to be their principal grievance 

 against the white men?" I asked. 



"Well, it's the old song about the white men 

 killing off their game. But, then, we all know 

 that's just an excuse, for the game on the plains 

 is plenty enough for all an' what little the whites 

 get away with ain't missed. Of course, if they 

 were to come around here an' see how many buffalo 

 bones you fellows are leaving on the prairie they 

 might think you were getting more than your 

 share. But you've got just as much right to kill 

 buffalo an' wolves, or any other game, as the In- 

 juns have. Anyway, it ain't likely they'll get down 

 this way before grass comes, an' you fellows'll be 

 done skinning wolves an' gone before that time." 



"I hope so," I replied. "I have no desire to 

 renew my acquaintance with Satank. How about 

 old To hausen, Bill; is he still camped at the same 

 place?" 



"Yes, his band was still camped about twenty 

 or twenty-five miles down Walnut Creek from 

 your camp; but To hausen was getting ready to 

 move up your way, too, an' I reckon by this time 

 he's moved. I told him about you fellows a-poi- 

 soning wolves and that you were particular friends 

 of mine, an' asked him not to move up close 

 enough to you to bother your work, an' he prom- 

 ised me he would keep far enough away so's not to 

 trouble you. He's a pretty good ol' Injun, To 

 hausen is, an' he's always been a good friend of 



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