THE TRAIL OF THE SANDHILL STAG 



finger across the red handkerchief on 

 his brow* Yan knew then one rea- 

 son why a hunting Indian always 

 wears it; after that he wore one 

 himself* 



One day a flock of prairie-chickens 

 flew high overhead toward the thick 

 Spruce Woods* Others followed, 

 and it seemed to be a general move* 

 Chaska looked toward them and 

 said, "Chickens go hide in bush* 

 Blizzard to-night*" 



It surely came, and the hunters 

 stayed all day by the fire* Next 

 day it was as fierce as ever* On 

 the third day it ceased somewhat, 

 and they hunted again* But Chaska 

 returned with his gun broken by a fall, 



and after a long silent smoke he said : 

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