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followed their old leader and wallowed in the 

 cool mud, rolling over and over until they had 

 plastered their brown, woolly, fur coats almost 

 smooth with the sticky yellow clay. The little 

 calves soon learned to partake of this refreshing 

 and soothing "buffalo bath/* 



During the summer a number of Indians 

 came on horseback to our little band of buffalo, 

 as I was very fond of calling them, and killed 

 two of the cows. When the herd broke and 

 ran one of the little calves became separated 

 from the others. Seeing it, Casper mounted 

 his horse and rode in pursuit. The calf ran for 

 some distance but was soon headed and driven 

 to the house. He became very tame in time 

 and was a great pet in our Barnyard. He was 

 fed with milk which he sucked from my hand 

 until taught to drink from the pail. Shortly 

 after this while Casper and I were riding over 

 the divide another of the calves was found with 

 his head stuck into a clump of sage brush a 

 common habit when pursued. They imagined, 

 seemingly, that if their heads were covered they 

 were hidden entirely. After some butting and 

 kicking on the part of the calf, Casper succeeded 

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