the distance several times, but never close enough to shoot. Presently 
Bill said, “Let’s go over to that high bushy ridge, and lay there and 
let the other hunters run them to us.” 
We were on the ridge some little time and could see for miles 
antelope running from one high point to another, and Bill said. They 
will come here yet,” so we kept our position. Finally a bunch did 
come and we killed three more. We moved our position then and 
waited again; probably two hours, when I heard Bill give a low 
whistle to attract my attention. I looked around, and there came 
three buffalo. They came within forty steps of us; we both shot and 
downed one each—the third ran away. Bill said, “We ought not to 
have killed these cows.” Both of them were cows and we already 
had seven antelope. We then dropped down the ridge about a half 
mile to where we thought we would have a better chance of getting 
more antelope. Here Bill got two, and as he was shooting toward 
them, 1 did not get a good shot. This gave us nine antelope and two 
buffalo. Bill remarked that he thought we had surely won the money, 
and suggested that we go to camp and we would have to make a 
second trip for the game. We took the last five antelope to camp, 
and returned with an extra pack horse and got the hind quarters of 
the two buffalo and the other four antelope. By that time the rest 
of the bunch had come and we had any pair beat by two antelope. 
We had previously agreed to hunt in pairs, and the two that killed 
the most would, of course, get the twenty dollars. This was a sur¬ 
prise to us, and a surprise to the old hunters. They said: “The 
Squeagochathe must be some hunter—beat old antelope hunters.” 
I told them it was all luck as they just happened to come our way. 
We camped over night and returned to the village the next day 
with seventeen antelope and two buffaloes. 
We laid around for several days, telling stories of different hunts 
and taking life easy in general. One day two Cheyennes rode into the 
Delaware village and informed the Delawares that at a certain time 
the Cheyennes, Camaches, Kiwahs and Arapahoes were going to meet 
at the race tracks in their country and have a big horse race and 
insisted on the Delawares taking a part. While these two Cheyennes 
could not speak English, they could speak Delaware, and the Dela¬ 
wares could speak Cheyenne. Bill said this would be a good horse 
race as all the fast horses around from each tribe would be there, 
and it would be a good thing to see; this struck me center. 
The time came for the race and the Delawares rounded up their 
fast ponies and curried them slick, picking all the burrs out of their 
tails, which had not been done for a year. The ponies showed up fine 
after their cleaning. 
The Indian is a great lover of gambling of any kind. He will 
bet anything he has except his squaw and papoose. 
About forty Delawares had made ready to take in the races. 
Ponies were packed with dried buffalo, jerked venison, parched corn 
and corn bread. The pack ponies and race ponies were lined up and 
off we rode for the Cheyenne country, which was a two days’ ride_ 
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