The Argosy, Vol. 75, No. 4 — page 229: what you’re looking at

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BIG BUFFALO'S grams to pass between the military post and Washington; procedure had been honored in the ancient fashion, and a detachment of cavalry was at that eventful hour trotting into town to take up the old chief’s trail. No matter that Big Buffalo hadn’t stolen the young lady, after all. He had taken the camera, and the dignity of the United States must be upheld. An example must be made of Buffalo betore his people. One Horse, seeing that his connec- tion with the adventure must come out sooner or later, stepped forward and offered himself to the lieutenant in charge of the expedition as guide. He believed that he could lead them to Buffalo’s hiding-place. For a small consideration he was willing to tty. It was to Big Buffalo’s summer camp that One Horse led the troopers. As they approached a great wailing and yowling greeted them. It came from the wives of the once- eminent Big Buffalo, who were sitting on the ground in front of his tent, dejection in their bearing, sorrow in their tones. ‘“ Somebody dead,” said One Horse. ‘Tf not dead, mighty bad off,” ad- mitted the lieutenant. LAST BATTLE. 931 “ Already dead and gone to heav- en,’ declared One Horse, with a final- ity that admitted no dispute. Investigation proved that One Horse had not forgotten the signs. Big Buf- falo was no more among the living great. The old gentleman, weary from his marches and vigils, had consumed the whole of the ransom of Jennie’s camera at a single meal. Five pounds of limburger is too great a quantity for any well- bred man to eat at once. Few educated stomachs could handle it. In the case of Big Buffalo his years and his train- ing were against him. Sudden limburger in large quantities is like sudden joy or sudden sorrow. Sometimes it kills. That's what had happened to Big Buffalo, once mighty and respected chief. The lieutenant made an excuse of stopping in to give them the news so that he might get another peep at Jennie. “Well,” said the sergeant, full of wonder, making a noise with his mouth such as sothe people make when they eat oranges—“ well, I tell you, geritle- men, he could ’a’ died a worse death than that!” GOD'S WAY. “On, for a draft from the spring At the old village gate!’’ sighed the king. And the three stole down through the foe, Filled a helm at the well—‘ blow for blow, O my king, blood for blood then we gave, = Till we broke them, as ship’s prow the wave! So drink; it is hearts’ love we bring, : 3? —O my king! “Say rather, a blood-offering, My children!” The weary-eyed king Took the helm. “ No gift worthy of me, But only of God. Let it be To His honor, my warriors—so!”’ But a heat-withered thistle below Caught the life-giving water. God’s way? Who shali say? FH]. Bedford-Jones. Gomichook (F@)