CHAPTER VII. 



MR. PALLISER CONTINUES HIS ADVENTURES. 



SHORT as had been Mr. Palliser's experience upon the 

 prairies, he seemed to have met with many stirring adven- 

 tures, and he certainly narrated them with an ease and 

 spirit that I have seldom found equalled. While he was 

 willing to talk, we were well content to listen. 



" One clear, cold morning, in January," continues Mr. 

 Palliser, " I started out to shoot some prairie fowl. These 

 birds were too wild to shoot with shot, so I took my single 

 barrelled rifle, and shot them off the branches of the high 

 trees where they used to sit sunning themselves, taking 

 the lowest first, that his fall might not alarm his compa- 

 nions. I had not long been at this sport when an Indian 

 overtook me, and said in Sioux, ' Ho, my friend, (how 

 coonah,) I saw the track of your long foot in the snow. 

 He wanted me to help him in stalking up three buffalo 

 bulls that were feeding in some willows at a little dis- 

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