The Last of the Plainsmen 



looks cruel, but it is the only way I could find to make 

 the bears good. You see, they eat scraps around the 

 hotels and get so tame they will steal everything but 

 red-hot stoves, and will cuff the life out of those who 

 try to shoo them off. But after a bear mother has 

 had a licking, she not only becomes a good bear for 

 the rest of her life, but she tells all her cubs about 

 it with a good smack of her paw, for emphasis, and 

 teaches them to respect peaceable citizens genera 

 tion after generation. 



&quot; One of the hardest jobs I ever tackled was that 

 of supplying the buffalo for Bronx Park. I rounded up 

 a magnificent * king buffalo bull, belligerent enough 

 to fight a battleship. When I rode after him the 

 cowmen said I was as good as killed. I made a lance 

 by driving a nail into the end of a short pole and 

 sharpening it. After he had chased me, I wheeled 

 my broncho, and hurled the lance into his back, rip 

 ping a wound as long as my hand. That put the 

 fear of Providence into him and took the fight all 

 out of him. I drove him uphill and down, and across 

 canons at a dead run for eight miles single-handed, 

 and loaded him on a freight car; but he came near 

 getting me once or twice, and only quick broncho 

 work and lance play saved me. 



&quot; In the Yellowstone Park all our buffaloes have 

 become docile, excepting the huge bull which led 



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