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FRANK MERTON BUCKLAND 
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broken camp, her people had taken her away. I 
then asked her to he p Sam all she could. She 
smiled and said she would. I asked Sam, “When 
will you be ready for your trip?” He answered, 
“In two sleeps.” 
In answer to my inquiries as to how he pro¬ 
posed to handle the buffalo he told me he would 
catch the young buffalo; he would then picket 
each by one leg at the place where he caught it. 
He would, then take a blanket, peg it down at 
the ground at the outer limit of the picket line. 
I asked him why he did this. He replied it 
would attract the buffalo’s attention and keep, 
him quiet; by smelling the blanket it would be¬ 
come accustomed to the smell of man, and would 
not be alarmed at his approach. He would catch 
and handle two at one time on the prairie. They 
would then be driven in and kept with the milch 
cows. 
Sam was successful on his first hunt and soon 
drove in two fine calves, then, April, 187S, nearly 
yearling buffalo—a heifer and a bull. The heifer 
was loose, the bull side-hobbled, the milch cows 
did not take kindly to the buffalo, but the buffalo 
persisted in being friendly. They finally made 
friends, for after a while the cows ceased to re¬ 
gard them as a curiosity, and seemed to enjoy 
their presence. Sam rested a few days after his 
first trip, his wife joining him in telling me the 
story of the wild chase and the fierce struggles 
with their captives. The hunt was far away, as 
the buffalo were already working to the summer 
range on the Saskatchewan. This w'ould now 
cause some change in his p’ans. Being alone, he 
was afraid of the enemy—the Indians of the 
North. He would only risk one more hunt, and 
informed me I could look for him in eight sleeps. 
If he did not return then, he had been attacked 
by some war party. In that event he hoped I 
would make some effort to look him up. When 
I got up the next morning Sam was gone. 
True to his promise, he returned at the end 
of eight days with five young buffalo—two bulls 
and three heifers. Each buffalo was head and 
foot hobbled; the head and front foot tied to¬ 
gether, with a skin strap two feet long. Each 
bull was dragging a long lariat, so as to be 
easily caught for night picketing. Sam was well 
pleased to find the first two buffalo so contented 
with the domestic cows. The milch cows ob¬ 
jected as before, but the new arrivals took kind¬ 
ly to their new-found friends. Sam told me 
they had met with no accident. He had worked 
hard—like a white man, as he expressed it— 
the rope skinning his hands many times. One 
could never tell when a buffalo would jump for 
liberty. He told me of killing one heifer, which 
he would have liked to save. She had a very 
fine, bright coat. In a hard chase along the side 
of a steep coulee he singled her out of a bunch 
of cows. He threw his rope, and the noose set¬ 
tled on her neck. His horse, a powerful roan, 
settled for the shock. In snubbing, he gave her 
too much rope, and in the fall, which came an 
instant later, this fine heifer’s neck was broken. 
His wife advised him to quit now. They al¬ 
ready had five on the last hunt, and she did not 
like the signs brought out by the death of this 
fine animal. She said to him, “This means we 
must stop.” 
Sam herded his buffalo with the milk stock 
for five days, resting and making arrangements 
for his trip across the mountains. He was feel¬ 
ing satisfied with his work, and hopeful that his 
peace offering would be accepted. He told me 
