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THE ARCTIC PRAIRIES 



of spring anemones on the far side of an old Buffalo 

 wallow, and there in that wallow I lay for a moment 

 revelling in the sight. All at once it came to me: 

 Now, indeed, was fulfilled the long-deferred dream of 

 my youth, for in shelter of those flowers of my youth, I 

 was gazing on a herd of wild Buffalo. Then slowly I 

 rose above the cover and took my second picture. 



The Buffalo herd 



But the watchful creatures, more shy than Moose here, 

 saw the rising mass of herbage, or may have caught 

 the wind, rose lightly and went off. I noticed now, for 

 the first time, a little red calf; ten Buffalo in all I 

 counted. Sousi, standing up, counted 13. At the 

 edge of the woods they stopped and looked around, 

 but gave no third shot for the camera. 



I shook Sousi's hand with all my heart, and he, good 

 old fellow, said: "Ah! it was for this I prayed last 



