176 THE ADVENTURES OF 



we had to build the fire of buffalo chips, my 

 friends were too extremely nice to touch them 

 and I had to gather all the fuel myself. I 

 often found men when they were on the plains 

 for the first time that were too dainty of taste 

 to eat anything cooked by a fire made of 

 this kind of fuel ; but they soon get over their 

 squeamishness and come to their senses. 



About the onl)^ man I ever saw that took 

 kindly to buffalo chips at first dash was an old 

 fried of mine, with whom some ol my readers 

 are acquainted — he sometimes rolls pills — 

 who came out to Kansas to look at the coun- 

 try, and while out called to see me. We 

 went out after antelope, and stopping at the 

 head of a small branch we found a small hole 

 of water, at which I could see that the ante- 

 lope had been watering freely. I told m}^ 

 friend that we would stop and get some of 

 them. We unhitched the horse and got the 

 buggy down in a draw where it would be 

 out of sight of the game, and we sat down to 

 take a lunch. While we were eating an an- 

 telope stepped in sight within twenty paces of 



