THE WOLF HUNTERS 



when this last snow come on. Me and Adkins 

 were in luck, too, for this last snow come next day 

 after we reached the Injun camp; an' during all 

 the time it lay on the ground me and John were 

 making ourselves as agreeable an' comfortable as 

 possible in ol' Satank's lodge. I knew what a 

 sour ol' cuss he is, an' the best way to get on the 

 good side of him an' find out what he is up to 

 was to go right to his tepee, an' let on that we'd 

 come to pay him a special visit. 



"We found that the Injuns didn't have much 

 of anything to eat but meat, so we brought out 

 our sugar an' coffee an' hardtack an' bacon an' 

 treated the ol' man an' his family to some extra 

 good grub — for them; an' I'd took along some 

 beads an' colored handkerchiefs an' trinkets for the 

 women an' youngsters. But, sir, that durned old 

 rascal would eat my chuck an' take presents, all 

 right, but when I'd try to pump him he was the 

 most ignorant Injun you ever saw — I couldn't get 

 a thing out of him. But then I didn't expect to 

 find out much from Satank himself, for I know 

 him of old. 



"I made friends with Satanta and Big Tree, too, 

 an' gave them some presents, an' now an' then 

 invited 'em over to headquarters to smoke an' 

 eat an' drink coffee with us, but they were pretty 

 foxy, too, and didn't seem to know anything when 

 I tried the pump on them. So when I found the 

 head men were so close-mouthed I dropped them 



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