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little mare for you that ever stood on four legs. 

 Her gait is like a cradle and she would rather 

 run buffalo than eat." 



The mare was all he had pictured her and I 

 had a glorious gallop, but she didn't put me 

 beside the quarry so neatly as the pony that an 

 Indian had trained. My shots were fired from 

 five yards instead of from one and though I 

 brought the buffalo to the ground I emptied my 

 revolver in doing it. Walker killed his buffalo 

 but it was in spite of the horse he rode instead of 

 by its aid. For the animal was slow and so 

 fractious when near the game that Walker slid 

 from its back and fired his rifle from the ground. 



When we got back to the cabin we found a 

 band of Osages squatted outside and with them 

 was Clemah, the chief of the tribe. Clemah car- 

 ried a rifle, as did some others of his band, but 

 most of them were armed with bows and arrows 

 for hunting. The chief spoke English and 

 talked with freedom and intelligence and when I 

 asked him to contribute to my collection of ar- 

 rows he got a handful from his followers and 



