CHARLES L. YOUNGBLOOD. 7 1 



get my folks to stay long enough to get a drink, 

 they were so much afraid that the Indians 

 would return and kill and scalp us all. They 

 wheeled their teams about and started for 

 Sherlock in a sweeping trot, and looking back 

 every few minutes expecting to see an army of 

 painted demons after them thirsting for go^e 

 and hankering for scalps. "O! what will we 

 do if they do come?" the}' would say. 

 ^^Kill 'em," I replied laconically, for I was 

 vexed at their useless fright and did not exert 

 myself very much to pacify them. Howeve % 

 we reached Sherlock in safety, and terminated 

 the expedition without the loss of a single 

 man, or woman either. 



A short time after this I took a man with 

 me went to my old hunting ground — the 

 source of the Pawnee River. One day 

 as we were driving along the bed of 

 the river where the bluffs rose moderately 

 high on either side, I looked down and saw a 

 group of something which I took to be a herd 

 of buffalo that had come in for water. I 

 jumped from the wagon and ran down the 



