"Many a time, when I was with the Indians, I have been hunting for gold all through the Black Hills.There's plenty of it here; you may be certain of that.I have dreamed about it fifty times, and I never dreamed yet but what it came true.Look over yonder at those black rocks piled up against that other big rock.Don't it look as if there might be something there? It won't do for a white man to be rummagmg too much about these mountains; the Indians say they are full of bad spirits; and I believe myself that it's no good luck to be hunting about here after gold.Well, for all that, I would like to have one of these fellows up here, from down below, to go about with his witch-hazel rod, and I'll guarantee that it would not be long before he would light on a gold mine.Never mind; we'll let the gold alone for to-day.Look at those trees down below us in the hollow; we'll go down there, and I reckon we'll get a black-tailed deer."But Reynal's predictions were not verified.We passed mountain after mountain, and valley after valley; we explored deep ravines; yet still to my companion's vexation and evident surprise, no game could be found.So, in the absence of better, we resolved to go out on the plains and look for an antelope.With this view we began to pass down a narrow valley, the bottom of which was covered with the stiff wild-sage bushes and marked with deep paths, made by the buffalo, who, for some inexplicable reason, are accustomed to penetrate, in their long grave processions, deep among the gorges of these sterile mountains.
Reynal's eye was ranging incessantly among the rocks and along the edges of the black precipices, in hopes of discovering the mountain sheep peering down upon us in fancied security from that giddy elevation.Nothing was visible for some time.At length we both detected something in motion near the foot of one of the mountains, and in a moment afterward a black-tailed deer, with his spreading antlers, stood gazing at us from the top of a rock, and then, slowly turning away, disappeared behind it.In an instant Reynal was out of his saddle, and running toward the spot.I, being too weak to follow, sat holding his horse and waiting the result.I lost sight of him, then heard the report of his rifle, deadened among the rocks, and finally saw him reappear, with a surly look that plainly betrayed his ill success.Again we moved forward down the long valley, when soon after we came full upon what seemed a wide and very shallow ditch, incrusted at the bottom with white clay, dried and cracked in the sun.Under this fair outside, Reynal's eye detected the signs of lurking mischief.He called me to stop, and then alighting, picked up a stone and threw it into the ditch.To my utter amazement it fell with a dull splash, breaking at once through the thin crust, and spattering round the hole a yellowish creamy fluid, into which it sank and disappeared.A stick, five or six feet long lay on the ground, and with this we sounded the insidious abyss close to its edge.It was just possible to touch the bottom.Places like this are numerous among the Rocky Mountains.The buffalo, in his blind and heedless walk, often plunges into them unawares.Down he sinks;one snort of terror, one convulsive struggle, and the slime calmly flows above his shaggy head, the languid undulations of its sleek and placid surface alone betraying how the powerful monster writhes in his death-throes below.
We found after some trouble a point where we could pass the abyss, and now the valley began to open upon the plains which spread to the horizon before us.On one of their distant swells we discerned three or four black specks, which Reynal pronounced to be buffalo.
"Come," said he, "we must get one of them.My squaw wants more sinews to finish her lodge with, and I want some glue myself."He immediately put the yellow horse at such a gallop as he was capable of executing, while I set spurs to the mule, who soon far outran her plebeian rival.When we had galloped a mile or more, a large rabbit, by ill luck, sprang up just under the feet of the mule, who bounded violently aside in full career.Weakened as I was, I was flung forcibly to the ground, and my rifle, falling close to my head, went off with a shock.Its sharp spiteful report rang for some moments in my ear.Being slightly stunned, I lay for an instant motionless, and Reynal, supposing me to be shot, rode up and began to curse the mule.Soon recovering myself, I rose, picked up the rifle and anxiously examined it.It was badly injured.The stock was cracked, and the main screw broken, so that the lock had to be tied in its place with a string; yet happily it was not rendered totally unserviceable.I wiped it out, reloaded it, and handing it to Reynal, who meanwhile had caught the mule and led her up to me, Imounted again.No sooner had I done so, than the brute began to rear and plunge with extreme violence; but being now well prepared for her, and free from incumbrance, I soon reduced her to submission.
Then taking the rifle again from Reynal, we galloped forward as before.
We were now free of the mountain and riding far out on the broad prairie.The buffalo were still some two miles in advance of us.
When we came near them, we stopped where a gentle swell of the plain concealed us from their view, and while I held his horse Reynal ran forward with his rifle, till I lost sight of him beyond the rising ground.A few minutes elapsed; I heard the report of his piece, and saw the buffalo running away at full speed on the right, and immediately after, the hunter himself unsuccessful as before, came up and mounted his horse in excessive ill-humor.He cursed the Black Hills and the buffalo, swore that he was a good hunter, which indeed was true, and that he had never been out before among those mountains without killing two or three deer at least.
