126 THE ADVENTURES OF 



were afraid to go in the corrall and we could 

 not persuade them in any way to do so, and 

 we finally gave it up and swam them over the 

 river. I w^as a little afraid of the experiment, 

 but it worked all right, and I drove sixty-nine 

 head of horses into the station the next day. 

 This was a good haul, but catching wild horses 

 is not by any means desirable work, and does 

 not pay as well as one would suppose, as it is 

 a long, hard job to capture a herd, and they 

 are generally small and scrawny at that, and 

 sell at almost nothing. 



This was my last wild horse chase for the 

 season, as it suited me much better to hunt 

 buffalo than run wild horses, and I got a con- 

 tract to furnish meat for the hotels and went 

 out after buffalo. 



I hired a man by the name of Black to go 

 with me, but the Indians were so troublesome 

 that he only remained with me a few days, 

 and I hunted by myself. I established my 

 camp on the Pawnee River, right on the old 

 Indian trail, and went to work to get some 

 meat. The first night I stayed alone I began 



