224 THE HIVE OF THE BEE-HUNTER. 
We hastened to our unfortunate companion, chafed 
his temples, and brought him to his senses. Happily, 
save the loss of a generous steed, no great damage was 
done. The “ Ta-wa-ki-na ” acknowledged that hamstring- 
ing buffalo was as contemptible, as it was thought to be 
by the Comanche chief. Thus ended this novel and 
barbarian hunt, which afforded incidents for many 
rough jokes and amusing reflections on hamstringing 
buffalos. 
As a reward for these frontier sports it is but just 
to say, that we feasted plentifully upon buffalo steaks, 
marrow bones, humps, and tongues; yet surfeited as was 
the body, the mind was not satisfied. 
There was a waste of life and of food accompanying 
the hunting of the animal, that, like an ever-present 
spirit of evil, took away from our enjoyment that zest 
which is necessary to make it a favorite sport. 
