200 THE HIVE OF THE BEE-HUNTER. 
the skin, selecting the choice pieces of flesh, and pre- 
serving what is not immediately consumed. 
Then follows the great feast. The Indian gluts him. _ 
self with marrow and fatness, his eyes, lately so bright 
with the fire of sport, are now glazed with bestiality, 
and he spends days and nights in wasteful extravagance, 
_ trusting to the abundance of nature to supply the wants 
of the future. 
Such are the general characteristics of the buffalo” 
hunt; and the view applies with equal truth to all the 
different tribes who pursue, as a distinct and powerful 
people—this noble game. 
An Indian armed for the buffalo hunt, and his horse, 
form two of the most romantic and picturesque of be- 
ings. The loose garment that he wears is beautifully 
arranged about his person, disclosing the muscles of the 
shoulder and chest. Across his back is slung his quiver 
of arrows, made from the skin of some wild animal; his 
long bow, slightly arched by the sinewy string, is used 
gracefully as a rest for his extended arm. 
The horse, with a fiery eye—a mane that waves over 
his front like drapery, and falls in rakish masses across 
his wide forehead—a sweeping tail ornamented with the 
brilliant plumage of tropical birds; champs on his rude 
bit, and arches his neck with impatience, as the scent 
of the game reaches his senses. Frequently will these 
graceful Apollos pass before you, bounding gracefully 
