1 i BUFFALO LAM). 



inland. An illusion which had followed many of ua 

 from boyhood was utterly dissipated by the early 



dawn iii this strange land. This was not the fact 



that the "greal American desert" of our school-days 



is not a desert at all, for this wo had known for 

 years; it related to those floods of flame and stifling 

 smoke with which sensational writers of western 

 novels are wont to sweep, as with a besom of de- 

 struction, the whole of prairie-land once at least in 

 every story. Young America, wasting uncounted 

 gallons of midnight oil in the perusal of peppery 

 tales of border life, little suspects how slight the 

 foundation upon which his favorite author has reared 

 the whole vast superstructure of thrilling adventure. 



The scene of these heart-rending narratives is usu- 

 ally laid in a boundless plain covered with tall 

 grass, and the dramatis personw are an indefinite 

 number of buffalo and Indians, a painfully definite 

 one of emigrants, two persons unhappy enough to 

 possess a beautiful daughter, and a lover still more 

 unhappy in endeavoring to acquire title, a rascally 

 half-breed burning to prevent the latter feat, and a 

 rare old plainsman specially brought into existence to 

 " sarcumvent " him. 



At the most critical juncture the " waving sea of 

 grass" usually takes fire, in an unaccountable man- 

 ner — perhaps from the hot condition of the com- 

 batants, or the quantities of burning love and re- 

 venge which are recklessly scattered about. Multi- 

 tudes cf frightened buffalo and gay gazelles make the 

 ground shake in getting out of the way, and the 

 flanks go to licking the clouds, while the emigrants 



