6o . THE ADVENTURES OF 



I remember tliat one day I went out and kille 

 a buffalo, and moved my wagon near it. As 

 it was late in the evening, and the way to camp 

 hard to find, I determined to stay out all 

 night. So I made my bed on the ground, and 

 spread the skin of the buffalo over me with the 

 wooly side down. I had hardly fallen asleep, 

 when the wolves, attracted by the smell of the 

 buffalo, began gathering from the thickets. 

 They soon devoured the buffalo, and began to 

 venture near enough to pull and tug at the 

 hide, which I was using for a quilt, and try to 

 take it away from me. My gun was in the 

 wagon, and I did not dare to get up to get it 

 for fear they might make a meal of me. I 

 managed to keep them frightened away until 

 finally they left. The wolves in this section 

 subsist chiefly on the carcasses of buffalo left 

 by hunters, who kill them for their hides, and 

 as no hunters had been in the locality for some- 

 time the wolves were very hungry, and would 

 sometimes even attack men or horses. 



I remained in this place about a month, and 

 had fair success in killing buffalo, but had very 



