16 SWIMMING HORSES. 



CHAPTER II. 



Leave Fort Carlton. Swimming horses. Our first buffalo. Laronde'a 

 method of killing buffalo. Our first meeting with wild Indians. 

 Attempt to stalk antelope. Immense herds of buffalo. A run with 

 buffaloes. I run down a wolf. Sudden appearance of three Indians. 

 An unpleasant adventure. A night in an Indian lodge. Rejoin my 

 companions. The advantages of steel hobbles. Studying a buffalo 

 at close quarters. Prairie-dogs. Return to Fort Carlton. Our Party 

 breaks up. I leave for Thickwood Hills. Sleigh-dogs. 



AFTER remaining at Fort Carlton five or six days, we started 

 once more, going south, intending to cross the south branch of 

 the Saskatchewan River, and hunt between that and the 

 Missouri in the neighbourhood of the Milk River. Crossing 

 was as troublesome as before, a new horse we had bought 

 utterly refusing to swim at all, so that after we got him in, 

 he was carried down by the stream, and had he not reached a 

 sand-bar, he must have been drowned. As it was we had to 

 make a small raft and tow him across, holding his head above 

 water. 



One of my horses was so fond of swimming that I had to 

 watch him when I took him to drink, or he would jump in 



