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
In the morning they saddled up and started to go to the Indian camp,
but to our surprise Bill and Tom were back at camp by noon, just as
Jack and I were getting ready for dinner.
"Why, what brought you back so soon?" I asked as they rode up and
dismounted.
"Well," replied Tom, as they began unsaddling, "we found their camp
only about eight miles down the creek--a little closer than I like to
have 'em, but the Injuns promised that they wouldn't hunt up this way
any farther or do anything to drive off the game in our range; but
what brought us back so soon was that when we got there we found ol'
To hausen sick in bed, an' I think he's threatened with a severe spell
of pneumonia; an' after having a friendly talk with his people and
watching the ol' man's symptoms, I made up my mind what was the matter
with him, and I concluded that I'd hurry right back to camp and get
some medicine for him and then go back and try to fetch the old man out
of it. I'm sure he's got a serious case of lung fever, and if something
ain't done to head it off pretty _pronto_ he'll go up the spout. I
learned a good deal about doctoring when I was hospital steward, an' I
think I've got everything except one that I need for the treatment of
this case in my little medicine-chest. Bill's going back to Fort Larned
after dinner, and I want you to go with him and bring out the medicine
that I'm lacking. You can go over to the fort this afternoon and get
the stuff an' come back to-morrow forenoon and then bring it down to
the Injun camp to me in the afternoon; for I'll go right back after
dinner and go to work on the old man and try to head off that fever
before it gets too strong a hold on him."
As we entered the dugout and sat down to dinner I thought to ask:
"What medicine is it that you want me to get, Tom? You forgot to tell
me the name of it."
With a mysterious wink at me when Jack was not looking, he answered:
"I'll write the name of it down on a piece of paper after dinner. You'd
forget it if I told you."
When we went out to saddle up after dinner, leaving Jack to clean up
the dishes, Tom said:
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