13<) BUFFALO LAND. 



Our first limit was to be on the Saline, which 

 comes down from the west about fifteen miles north 

 of J lays City. 



Before starting, we carefully overhauled our entire 

 outfit. For a long, busy day nothing was thought 

 of save the cleaning of guns, the oiling of straps, and 

 the examination of saddles, with sundry additions to 

 wardrobe and larder. Shamus became a mighty 

 man among grocery-keepers, and could scarcely have 

 been more popular had he been an Indian supply 

 agent. The inventory which he gave us of his pur- 

 chases comprised twelve cans of condensed milk, with 

 coffee, tea, and sugar, in proportion ; several pounds 

 each of butter, bacon, and crackers; a few loaves of 

 bread, two sacks of flour, some pickles, and a suffi- 

 cient number of tin-plates, cups, and spoons. To these 

 he subsequently added a half-dozen hams and some- 

 thing like fifty yards of Bologna sausage, which he 

 told us were for use when we should tire of fresh 

 meat. Sachem entered protest, declaring that sau- 

 sage and ham, in a country full of game, reflected 

 upon us. 



Of course, we found use for every item of the above, 

 and especially for the Bologna. If one can feel satis- 

 fied in his own mind as to what portion of the brute 

 creation is entering into him, a half-yard of Bologna, 

 tied to the saddle, stays the stomach wonderfully on 

 an all day's ride. It is so handy to reach it, while 

 trotting along, and with one's hunting-knife cut off a 

 few inches for immediate consumption. Semi-Colon, 

 however, who was a youth of delicate stomach, sick- 

 ened on his ration one day, because he found some- 



