292 WALL STREET AND THE WILDS 



When I could stand it no longer I took a blan- 

 ket and went out in the rain where I stayed 

 through the rest of a sodden night. It was clear 

 in the morning and I explained to my host that 

 I had become so accustomed to sleeping out of 

 doors that it was sometimes hard to get to sleep 

 in a house. He said: 



"I was afraid that the bugs were bothering 

 you. We do have a few and they trouble some 

 folks until they get used to them." 



The horizon was dotted with buffalo in the 

 morning and there were groups of them grazing 

 within four hundred yards. My blood tingled 

 with the memory of the Comanches, the buffa- 

 loes, and the chase on another prairie only a few 

 short weeks before and I exclaimed almost in- 

 voluntarily : 



* 'Wouldn't I like to be on a pony chasing those 

 fellows !" 



"You can be there as soon as you are ready," 

 said Walker. 



"But I can't ride a stage horse." 



"I can," said he, "and I've got the sweetest 



