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and still increase and multiply. They made good 

 fathers, too, taking the young calves under their pro- 

 tection, sometimes hustling them along through tlie 

 Wolf packs Avith horns lowered and tails raised, keep- 

 ing the calves well inside the flying wedge. Their vi- 

 tality was so great that, if in falling over a precipice 

 after some foolish run, a leg was broken, its owner was 

 quite able to go about on the other three until it knit 

 again. This is the first scene, — the golden days of 

 the Buffaloes, — when they swarmed by hundreds of 

 thousands like mosquitoes over a marsh. These Avere 

 the days when the red men had no weapons sufficient 

 to kill them. 



" Listen to what came upon the Buffalo in the second 

 scene, in the days of fair hunting, this time beginning 

 we do not know when and lasting until tlireescore 

 years ago." 



" How many is a score, more than a dozen ? " inter- 

 rupted Dodo. 



"A score is twenty." 



" Are there two kinds of scores ? " persisted Dodo, 

 " for you know, Uncle Roy, a baker's dozen is thirteen, 

 and a dozen postage stamps is twelve, and down at the 

 store they sell sticks of candy by postage-stamp meas- 

 ure." 



" A score is no more nor less than twenty," laughed 

 the Doctor ; "but do not lead me away from our second 

 scene. When the Indian had no weapons, he could 

 slay only small game, and even when he had only a club 

 and stone axe to help him the killing of the thick- 

 skinned, wool-clad Buffalo must have been a difficult 

 task. Do the best he could, the red man had to work 



