So in Milly Fayre there was born a
dream.
Some time to-day Ill ridein an help you hitch up to
haul hides.
I dont knowwhen, but in a few days well cross the
line into the Panhandle ofTexas.
She felt, however,that she need not worry any more
on this score, while Mrs. Ive met hunters who claim this mainherd will reach here
this spring, along in May.
Theres athousand times as many buffalo down on the
Red.
She felt, however,that she need not worry any more
on this score, while Mrs. Thework given her to do she performed speedily and
thoroughly. He appeared to be a short, broad man, and what littleof his face was
visible was bright red. Jett had never been a man shecould care for, yet up to the
last few weeks he had been endurable.
The difficulties and dangers of hide-hunting began
to assume largeproportions. Reckon not, answered Jett, as he clambered to his own
seat.
If she had been fearful at first, she now
grewfrightened. The reality was strikingly different fromthe impression she had
gathered. Wild canaries and song-sparrows andswamp blackbirds were singing all
around her.
His eyesgleamed in the flickering firelight, with
what seemed devilishhumor. She hid it, fearful thateven under cover of night someone
might see her and read herthoughts. Well stretch a hide inside the poles, loose
soitll sag down, an there well salt our buffalo humps.
Shaggy dark forms were passing from the open plain
downinto the woods.
Fiveweeks with this stepfather had taught her much,
and she feared him. He wasof the opinion, and Dunn agreed with him, that the buffalo
had atlast made for the Red River.
Wal, youre thicker n usual, he continued, with a
laugh. Tom, is there a buffalo-hunter withyou, a man who knows the
frontier?
But I say thatgreat herd will never again get this
far north.
This individual almost ate out of
Sallyshand.
But seeing him once hadlightened her burden. Shore
they will, an thatll be where the buffalo are.
Suddenly it awoke in hera feeling that she did not
know she possessed.
You an Milly keep your eyes open, an if you see
Indiansor anybody, slip off in the brush an hide.
Tom Doan is a hide-hunter, too, she soliloquized.
Pilchuck was on the way back with a load of fifty-six hides.