3OO ADVENTURES OF DR. ALLEN. 



black-tailed deer no longer bound in bands along the water- 

 courses or over the plains and hills. The enormous herds 

 of elk, whose tread once shook the earth as their massive 

 forms thundered down the mountain side or dashed across 

 the valleys, have disappeared. 



The dusky warrior no longer rides his war-horse, in 

 feathered pride of painted war array, across the plains, or 

 sends his obsidian arrow hurtling through the heart of elk 

 or buffalo. No longer the braves meet in battle, bedecked 

 in war paint, for the extermination of other tribes, or to 

 swoop down on pioneer settlements with their blood-curdling 

 yells and flashing hatchets. No longer the Indian lover brings 

 the trophies of the chase to the tepee door of his brown- 

 eyed betrothed. No longer is their summer home pitched 

 amid the profusion of wild flowers, the sweet perfumed 

 cedars and pines. Thousand of such tepees once dotted the 

 plains, the benches, and the margins of the streams, where 

 the inmates passed their wild life as happy in their childish 

 enjoyments as the day was long. Here, too, they danced the 

 war-dance, where frenzied braves kept time to the weird 

 monotonous music of the tomtom, the flickering light of 

 the camp-fires rendered aromatic by the red willow and 

 kinni-kinnick plentifully supplied as fuel, which cast a yel- 

 low radiance over the infernal conclave, making the glittering 

 forms of the eagle-plumed warriors, as they trod the meas- 

 ures of the dance, appear like devils just issuing from the 

 gates of hell. All, all, are gone. The happy life and the 

 evil life are now things of the past, soon to be unknown, 

 even in memory, to the people of the land. 



I must say farewell to all of these, and to the buffalo, 

 whose countless droves were in number as the trees of the 

 forest, stretching in almost one unbroken mass from the 

 Staked Plains to the Canadian line. They furnished lodges 



