The Wolf Hunters: A Story of the Buffalo PlainsPeck, Robert Morris
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The Wolf Hunters: A Story of the Buffalo Plains
Peck, Robert Morris
Frontier and pioneer life -- Kansas; Hunting -- Kansas
"Now, men, we've got things in shape so that we're ready for a cold
snap, snow-storm, or norther ef one chances to come this way. From now
on we can take it easier. There will be a lot of trimming an' tidying
up to do about camp yet for several days, an' while I'm putting on the
finishing touches you two can light out and go to poisoning wolves an'
trapping beaver or hunting any other game that you can find. You ought
to explore the neighborhood for ten or twelve miles around in every
direction. It's about time, too, for one of us to take a trip over to
the fort to get our mail an' find out what's going on in the world."
"Well, Tom, what are the orders for to-morrow?" said I.
"Why, you an' Jack had better go out an' kill a few more buffalo for
baits an' Jack can set his traps for some more beaver. You might both
of you ride up or down the creek for a few miles now and then, to learn
the country like an' maybe pick up an antelope or some wild geese or
ducks, to make a change in our bill of fare. An' about to-morrow or
next day or the day after, when I get things pretty well shaped up
about camp, I think I'll ride over to the fort an' get our mail an' see
what's going on in the United States."
"In a little while," remarked Jack, "if our luck holds out, we'll be
gettin' a big lot of wolfskins dried. How are we going to stow 'em away
to take care of 'em till spring?"
"Well," replied Tom, "in a few days I'll rig up a lever to press 'em
with, an' then as fast as we get a hundred or so dried we'll put fifty
of 'em in a pile, press 'em down tight, an' tie 'em in bales with
rawhide strips an' then store the bales away in the tent."
CHAPTER XIII
KILLED BY THE INDIANS
For the next few days we were all very busy. Tom was putting the
finishing touches on our quarters, while Jack and I were doing the
trapping, baiting, and skinning. I assisted Jack in trapping beaver and
he helped me in killing buffalo and taking care of the wolfskins.
While working at these tasks we were riding the surrounding country,
east and west, up and down the creek, and north and south in open
prairie. At a distance of about three miles down the creek, on the
north side, we found a series of connected sloughs leading off from the
creek out into the prairie bottom, through which a string of little
ponds ran for about a mile and then united with the main stream again.
These sloughs, bordered by a rank growth of rushes, made excellent
feeding-grounds for water-fowl. It was easy here to procure all the
ducks, geese, brant, and sand-hill cranes that we wished. On the
prairie were plenty of antelope, with now and then a few deer and
elk in the timber along the creek. Everywhere were seen bleached and
bleaching buffalo bones--too common a feature of the landscape to
attract more than a passing glance.
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