The Last of the Plainsmen 



lace smoked his Indian pipe and hunted in firelit 

 dreams. 



&quot; Boys,&quot; said our leader finally, &quot; somehow the 

 echoes dying away in that cave reminded me of the 

 mourn of the big white wolves in the Barren Lands.&quot; 



Wallace puffed huge clouds of white smoke, and 

 I waited, knowing that I was to hear at last the story 

 of the Colonel s great adventure in the Northland. 



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