BUFFALO AND DUCK SHOOTING 291 



rowed from the years to come a modern camera, 

 perchance one of the motion picture kind. 



As the buffalo grazed about me they seemed so 

 much like cattle that I didn't care to shoot 

 another, but when night was near and we were 

 ready to go home, Walker suggested that a piece 

 of tender cow would make a better supper than 

 anything we could carve out of the bull. There- 

 upon a cow was shot, meat enough for days car- 

 ried to the station, and a great feast left for the 

 wolves, which could be heard howling through 

 most of the hours of the night. But ah, that 

 night! That miserable ending of a happy day! 

 For soon after I lajr down for the night on the 

 lounge that was to be my couch, the walls of the 

 cabin changed color, taking on the hue of the 

 moving host that covered them. The tide 

 flowed over me and I scraped and scratched and 

 struggled in vain. I was grateful to a friendly 

 cat that sat on my chest and licked my face as 

 if to save that much of me from the vermin that 

 seemed likely to get the rest. 



