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farther out on the prairies they were a 

 quarter of a mile apart, gradually diver- 

 ging, and here they were formed by merely 

 sticking brush in the ground, the slightest 

 kind of a flimsy brush fence simply to mark 

 the way the death path led. 



Now in the cool of the evening the war- 

 riors sat about the camp-fire, telling of 

 many buffalo runs in which they had par- 

 ticipated in the old days when the bison 

 were found in herds to the south as numer- 

 ous as the stars of night, in the hunter's 

 moon. 



Big Wind, a grizzled old chief, headed 

 the expedition. He had seen more buffalo 

 runs than any Indian of the Cree nation. 

 When he had been a young brave, he 

 averred that the bison were as plentiful in 

 the herds to the south as the sands upon 

 the shore of the great waters. 



Evil Eye, the dark medicine-man, was 

 doing strange things in his lodge, for with- 



