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white man's standard, and he carried his rifle in 

 the buffalo chase and killed his bull in good shape. 

 It was after the day's work was done and we 

 were sitting near the big fire where the squaws 

 were roasting huge pieces of buffalo for dinner 

 that Quirtz Quip took up my Spencer rifle and 

 asked Jones why I didn't carry it and if it was 

 because I couldn't shoot it. Jones stood up for 

 his color and said I could beat him and his rifle 

 with it. A match was made, a certain number 

 of pistol cartridges against a bead needle case. 

 He chose a distance of about forty yards and 

 Ward fastened a card to a tree by pinning it with 

 his knife. Quirtz Quip rested his muzzle loader 

 on a stump and missed the paper while my off- 

 hand shot ruined Ward's knife. That shot ought 

 to have earned me an Indian name, the equiv- 

 alent of "Sure Shot" for example, but Jones told 

 me that to them I was "The Man with Four 

 Eyes," because of the spectacles I wore. 



We were camped by a little stream bordered 

 by trees to which wild turkeys came from the 

 prairie to roost. Jones told me that Tavetossa 



