wrong time。 I pleaded with them not to undertake it。 They had not studied animals as I had。 That tame elk killed all of them。 He had to be shot in order to get General Bull off his great antlers。 You see； a wild animal must learn to respect a man。 The way I used to teach the Yellowstone Park bears to be respectful and safe neighbors was to rope them around the front paw； swing them up on a tree clear of the ground； and whip them with a long pole。 It was a dangerous business； and looks cruel； but it is the only way I could find to make the bears good。 You see； they eat scraps around the hotels and get so tame they will steal everything but red…hot stoves； and will cuff the life out of those who try to shoo them off。 But after a bear mother has had a licking； she not only becomes a good bear for the rest of her life； but she tells all her cubs about it with a good smack of her paw； for emphasis； and teaches them to respect peaceable citizens generation after generation。
〃One of the hardest jobs I ever tackled was that of supplying the buffalo for Bronx Park。 I rounded up a magnificent 'king' buffalo bull； belligerent enough to fight a battleship。 When I rode after him the cowmen said I was as good as killed。 I made a lance by driving a nail into the end of a short pole and sharpening it。 After he had chased me； I wheeled my broncho； and hurled the lance into his back； ripping a wound as long as my hand。 That put the fear of Providence into him and took the fight all out of him。 I drove him uphill and down； and across canyons at a dead run for eight miles single handed； and loaded him on a freight car； but he came near getting me once or twice； and only quick broncho work and lance play saved me。
〃In the Yellowstone Park all our buffaloes have become docile； excepting the huge bull which led them。 The Indians call the buffalo leader the 'Weetah；' the master of the herd。 It was sure death to go near this one。 So I shipped in another Weetah； hoping that he might whip some of the fight out of old Manitou； the Mighty。 They came together head on； like a railway collision； and ripped up over a square mile of landscape； fighting till night came on； and then on into the night。
〃I jumped into the field with them； chasing them with my biograph； getting a series of moving pictures of that bullfight which was sure the real thing。 It was a ticklish thing to do； though knowing that neither bull dared take his eyes off his adversary for a second； I felt reasonably safe。 The old Weetah beat the new champion out that night； but the next morning they were at it again； and the new buffalo finally whipped the old one into submission。 Since then his spirit has remained broken； and even a child can approach him safelybut the new Weetah is in turn a holy terror。
〃To handle buffalo； elk and bear； you must get into sympathy with their methods of reasoning。 No tenderfoot stands any show； even with the tame animals of the Yellowstone。〃
The old buffalo hunter's lips were no longer locked。 One after another he told reminiscences of his eventful life； in a simple manner； yet so vivid and gripping were the unvarnished details that I was spellbound。
〃Considering what appears the impossibility of capturing a full…grown buffalo； how did you earn the name of preserver of the American bison？〃 inquired Wallace。
〃It took years to learn how； and ten more to capture the fifty…eight that I was able to keep。 I tried every plan under the sun。 I roped hundreds； of all sizes and ages。 They would not live in captivity。 If they could not find an embankment over which to break their necks； they would crush their skulls on stones。 Failing any means like that； they would lie down； will themselves to die； and die。 Think of a savage wild nature that could will its heart to cease beating！ But it's true。 Finally I found I could keep only calves under three months of age。 But to capture them so young entailed time and patience。 For the buffalo fight for their young； and when I say fight； I mean till they drop。 I almost always had to go alone； because I could neither coax nor hire any one to undertake it with me。 Sometimes I would be weeks getting one calf。 One day I captured eighteight little buffalo calves！ Never will I forget that day as long as I live！〃
〃Tell us about it；〃 I suggested； in a matter of fact； round…the…campfire voice。 Had the silent plainsman ever told a complete and full story of his adventures？ I doubted it。 He was not the man to eulogize himself。
A short silence ensued。 The cabin was snug and warm； the ruddy embers glowed； one of Jim's pots steamed musically and fragrantly。 The hounds lay curled in the cozy chimney corner。
Jones began to talk again； simply and unaffectedly； of his famous exploit； and as he went on so modestly； passing lightly over features we recognized as wonderful； I allowed the fire of my imagination to fuse for myself all the toil； patience； endurance； skill； herculean strength and marvelous courage and unfathomable passion which he slighted in his narrative。
CHAPTER 3。 THE LAST HERD
Over gray No…Man's…Land stole down the shadows of night。 The undulating prairie shaded dark to the western horizon； rimmed with a fading streak of light。 Tall figures； silhouetted sharply against the last golden glow of sunset； marked the rounded crest of a grassy knoll。
〃Wild hunter！〃 cried a voice in sullen rage； 〃buffalo or no； we halt here。 Did Adams and I hire to cross the Staked Plains？ Two weeks in No…Man's…Land； and now we're facing the sand！ We've one keg of water； yet you want to keep on。 Why； man； you're crazy！ You didn't tell us you wanted buffalo alive。 And here you've got us looking death in the eye！〃
In the grim silence that ensued the two men unhitched the team from the long； light wagon； while the buffalo hunter staked out his wiry； lithe…limbed racehorses。 Soon a fluttering blaze threw a circle of light； which shone on the agitated face of Rude and Adams； and the cold； iron…set visage of their brawny leader。
〃It's this way；〃 began Jones； in slow； cool voice； 〃I engaged you fellows； and you promised to stick by me。 We've had no luck。 But I've finally found signold sign； I'll admit the buffalo I'm looking forthe last herd on the plains。 For two years I've been hunting this herd。 So have other hunters。 Millions of buffalo have been killed and left to rot。 Soon this herd will be gone； and then the only buffalo in the world will be those I have given ten years of the hardest work in capturing。 This is the last herd； I say； and my last chance to capture a calf or two。 Do you imagine I'd quit？ You fellows go back if you want； but I keep on。〃
〃We can't go back。 We're lost。 We'll have to go with you。 But； man； thirst is not the only risk we run。 This is Comanche country。 And if that herd is in here the Indians have it spotted。〃
〃That worries me some；〃 replied the plainsman； 〃but we'll keep on it。〃
They slept。 The night wind swished the grasses； dark storm clouds blotted out the northern stars； the prairie wolves mourned dismally。
Day broke cold； wan； threatening； under a leaden sky。 The hunters traveled thirty miles by noon； and halted in a hollow where a stream flowed in wet season。 Cottonwood trees were bursting into green； thickets of prickly thorn； dense and matted； showed bright spring buds。
〃What is it？〃 suddenly whispered Rude。
The plainsman lay in strained posture； his ear against the ground。
〃Hide the wagon and horses in the clump of cottonwoods；〃 he ordered； tersely。 Springing to his feet； he ran to the top of the knoll above the hollow； where he again placed his ear to the ground。
Jones's practiced ear had detected the quavering rumble of far…away； thundering hoofs。 He searched the wide waste of plain with his powerful glass。 To the southwest； miles distant； a cloud of dust mushroomed skyward。 〃Not buffalo；〃 he muttered； 〃maybe wild horses。〃 He watched and waited。 The yellow cloud rolled forward； enlarging； spreading out； and drove before it a darkly indistinct； moving mass。 As soon as he had one good look at this he ran back to his comrades。
〃Stampede！ Wild horses！ Indians！ Look to your rifles and hide！〃
Wordless and pale； the men examined their Sharps； and made ready to follow Jones。 He slipped into the thorny brake and； flat on his stomach； wormed his way like a snake far into the thickly interlaced web of branches。 Rude and Adams crawled after him。 Words were superfluous。 Quiet； breathless； with beating hearts； the hunters pressed close to the dry grass。 A long； low； steady rumble filled the air； and increased in volume till it became a roar。 Moments； endless moments； passed。 The roar filled out like a flood slowly released from its confines to sweep down with the sound of doom。 The ground began to tremble and quake： the light faded； the smell of dust pervaded the thicket； then a continuous streaming roar； deafening as persistent roll of thunder； pervaded the hiding place。 The stampeding horses had split round the hollow。 The roar lessened。 Swiftly as a departing snow…squall rushing on through the pines； the thunderous thud and tramp of hoofs died away。
The trained horses hidden in the cottonwoods never stirred。 〃Lie low！ lie low！〃 breathed the plainsman to his companions。
Throb of hoofs again became audible； not loud and madly pounding as those that had passed； but low； muffled； rhythmic。 Jones's sharp eye； through a peephole in the thicket； saw a cream…colored mustang bob over the knoll； carrying an Indian。 Another and another； then a swiftly following； close…packed throng appeared。 Bright red feathers and white gleamed； weapons glinted； gaunt； bronzed savage leaned forward on racy； slender mustangs。
The plainsman shrank closer to the ground。 〃Apache！〃 he exclaimed to himself； and gripped his rifle。 The band galloped down to the hollow； and slowing up； piled single file over the bank。 The leader； a short； squat chief； plunged into the brake not twenty yards from the hidden men。 Jones recognized the cream mustang； he knew the somber； sinister； broad face。 It belonged to the Red Chief of the Apaches。
〃Geronimo！〃 murmured the plainsman through his teeth。
Well for the Apache that no falcon savage eye discovered aught strange in the little hollow！ One look at the sa