114 The King of the Thundering Herd 



the menu each day. These could be caught 

 whenever they were wanted, and the boys 

 thought it great sport so to furnish the 

 larder. 



But for the moment I had almost lost 

 sight of Little Bighead, who is from now 

 on the central figure in this story. During 

 the two weeks' march to their final stopping- 

 place, he had been much in evidence. He 

 usually trotted soberly along by the side of 

 old Brindle, but he very frequently frisked 

 and capered off a few rods on his own 

 account. He and Shep were the best of 

 friends from the first. The calf would 

 make believe to butt the dog, at which Shep 

 would growl and show his teeth, and then 

 they would race in and out along the trail 

 in the liveliest manner. 



Sometimes Shep would stand perfectly 

 still for five minutes and let the buffalo calf 

 suck his ear. This was a favorite pastime 

 of Little Bighead's. Then Shep would 



