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CHAPTER XII. 



ON THE PLAINS ONCE MORE PLENTY OF GAME 



LV A BAD FIX HE COULDN'T STAND THE 



INDIANS NOR LIGHTNING EITHER. 



As SOON as I was able I went to Sherlock 

 and again started to hunting. I was scarcely 

 able to walk, and would drive as near the herd 

 as I dared and then o-et out of the wa^^on and 

 crawl up within range. 



Leaving Sherlock we (my son and myself) 

 went west about twenty miles and, crosssing 

 the Arkansas River, went south about thirty 

 miles to Cimarron Creek, and, after following 

 this stream about ten miles, I struck a big- 

 herd of buffalo. J succeeded in kliliug three, 

 and we thought we would go in with them. 



We went about ten miles on the road to the 

 station and camped for the night. When we 

 got up in the morning m}^ boy went out after 

 the horses, and had gone but a short distance 

 when he whistled for me to look around, when 

 I did so and saw^ a laree herd of buffalo. 



