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CHAPTER VIII. 



m KANSAS AGAIN— NOT A HAPPY FAMILY 



A THIEF NOT IN LUCK EMIGRANTS ON A 



HUNT MORE INDIANS. 



When I lelt off deer hunting, I went back 

 about two hundred miles east on the Arkansas 

 River, not far from the head of Pawnee River, 

 in BuAalo County, Kansas. Here I hired 

 three men to go with me to haul the meat to 

 market. I could kill all the buffalo I wished 

 to, but the trouble had been for'me to get it 

 to market. For this reason I hired these three 

 nien — one of whom had a good team — to go 

 with me. They were no hunters, but they 

 suited me all the better for that. 



We to^k up our headquarters on Alkah 

 Lake, and we had been out but a short 

 time when it became evident that my men 

 were not destined to dwell together in peace 

 and harmony, and I soon saw unmistakable 

 symtoms of a disruption. Two seemed to 

 have some kind of pique at the other, and were 



