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A thrust from the lance
of a powerful Indian, however, completed his conquest, and the brute
gave up his obstinate hold of life with a roar, that passed bellowing
over the place where our adventurers stood, and, reaching the ears of
the affrighted herd, added a new impulse to their flight.
"How well the Pawnee knew the philosophy of a buffaloe hunt!" said the
old man, after he had stood regarding the animated scene for a few
moments, with evident satisfaction. "You saw how he went off like the
wind before the drove. It was in order that he might not taint the
air, and that he might turn the flank, and join--Ha! how is this!
yonder Red-skins are no Pawnees! The feathers in their heads are from
the wings and tails of owls.--Ah! as I am but a miserable, half-
sighted, trapper, it is a band of the accursed Siouxes! To cover,
lads, to cover. A single cast of an eye this-a-way, would strip us of
every rag of clothes, as surely as the lightning scorches the bush,
and it might be that our very lives would be far from safe.


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