2 ON THE FBONTIEB. 



There in an Arabic saying: "All things happen to him 

 who waits." In my case, in this instance, the proverb 

 fulfilled itself, for the course of events brought about that 

 the day came when both the time and the occasion served ; 

 then the old glamour came back, the temptation was 

 irresistible, and conjointly with one who has been the 

 comrade and companion staunch and true of many a 

 wild adventure, it was determined to organise a hunting 

 party forthwith. We would turn our backs to the Missouri 

 river and civilisation, and try the practically unknown 

 to us pleasures and dangers of "The Plains." Nor in 

 the matter were we diffident of ourselves. Had we not 

 shot, fished, and hunted, ridden races, broken dogs, read 

 all authorities on sporting matters ? Had not England, 

 France, and Albania furnished us with sporting fields ? 

 Canada, too, and the Far West, to the Missouri river, 

 been our familiar hunting grounds ? Did we not consider 

 ourselves most knowing hands at chase and venery 

 chasseurs consomme's the last modern improvements on 

 old Nimrod. Ah ! when then I called him " only a hunting 

 savage" I indeed proved myself to be but a " silk-velvet 

 sportsman." 



Since that earlier time I have become familiar with 

 savages and savage wiles, with Nimrod's modern repre- 

 sentative, perhaps direct descendant the Red Indian. He 

 has taught me due respect for his grand old prototype, 

 " the mighty hunter." 



Having had no prairie experience beyond " chicken " 

 shooting, we sought advice from all and sundry claiming 

 to be " posted." Some said: "Do not go. In the present 



