The Last of the Plainsmen 



a run, and without looking back disappeared over 

 a ridge. 



The musk-ox hunters sat long silent. Finally Rea 

 shook his shaggy locks and roared. &quot; Ho ! Ho ! 

 Jackoway out of wood ! Jackoway out of wood ! 

 Jackoway out of wood!&quot; 



On the day following the desertion, Jones found 

 tracks to the north of the camp, making a broad 

 trail in which were numerous little imprints that sent 

 him flying back to get Rea and the dogs. Musk- 

 oxen in great numbers had passed in the night, and 

 Jones and Rea had not trailed the herd a mile before 

 they had it in sight. When the dogs burst into full 

 cry, the musk-oxen climbed a high knoll and squared 

 about to give battle. 



&quot;Calves! Calves! Calves!&quot; cried Jones. 



&quot; Hold back ! Hold back ! Thet s a big herd, an 

 they ll show fight.&quot; 



As good fortune would have it, the herd split up 

 into several sections, and one part, hard pressed by 

 the dogs, ran down the knoll, to be cornered under 

 the lee of a bank. The hunters, seeing this small 

 number, hurried upon them to find three cows and 

 five badly frightened little calves backed against the 

 bank of snow, with small red eyes fastened on the 

 barking, snapping dogs. 



To a man of Jones s experience and skill, the 

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