voured theirs so I poured the last of mine down, as the rest of the 
Indians drew their knives to eat their steak, and I did likewise. I 
1C * Wan ^. ^ em to get the impression that T was a tenderfoot. 
he cabin was hot where the squaws had cooked and served the 
meal and we were all perspiring more or less so we all decided to re- 
ure to the main house at once. I at the same time congratulating my¬ 
self that I had performed so well at my first Indian meal. After the 
bunch was seated around the fire, I presented my tobacco again— 
some of them took a chew and some of them cut off a small piece and 
put it in their pocket. I could see very plainly that I was the topic 
of their conversation. Finally Pequay said in good English, “Bill 
tells us you ^are a good hunter and trapper and we are glad to have 
you with us.” Tell us about some of your hunting and trapping expedi¬ 
tions. I proceeded to tell them some of the best which I had had and 
I could see that they were deeply interested. I was very careful not to 
exaggerate. When I had finished telling my experiences Pequay said, 
You and Bill had better stay with us a week or two and we will go 
on some hunts as we want you to show us some of your white men’s 
tricks.” I thanked Pequay and told him that it would only be a 
pleasure to stay a week or two as I was in no hurry and Bill and I 
was out for five months anyway. “Good,” he said, “Stay as long as 
you please.” 
The squaws by this time had cleared away their cooking outfit 
and returned to the sitting room. As I wanted to make good I again 
drew out my plug of tobacco and passed it around. The squaws 
took a chew and gave me a pleasant look same as to say, “I thank 
you.” The gun question was raised and Bill went out and got our two 
saddle guns, brought them in and showed them to the bunch. They 
were 44 Winchesters which had not been on the market very long. The 
Indians were very much interested in examining our guns, never 
having seen any like them before. Bill showed them how fast they 
would shoot. This brought a surprised look on their faces but at the 
same time they seemed to be a little jealous of Bill and I. A plan 
was made for a hunt the next day. After a very early breakfast next 
morning, six of us saddled our ponies and mounted and started off, 
Pequay taking the lead. We rode about three miles when Pequay 
pulled up his horse and said, “Here is where they are.” We then, 
all dismounted and staked our ponies. Pequay then told how each 
one of us should hunt—not to interfere with one another, etc. This 
we left entirely to him. He said to me, “Do you see that high ridge 
past those oak trees?” I admitted that I did. He said, “That is a 
good route.” We separated, each one going as Pequay had directed. 
We had not gone far before I heard a sharp crack from one of those 
old muzzle loading rifles. This I knew^ was not from Bill’s gun, judg¬ 
ing from the sound of it. I began to see lots of deer signs but as yet 
had seen no deer. After walking cautiously for a mile or more I heard 
another crack from an Indian gun. I began to get anxious as I was 
sure that those two shots meant two deer for the Indians. All at once 
I heard Bill’s 44 Winchester—three shots in rapid succession. This 
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