Thirty-One Years on the Plains and in the Mountains, Or, the Last Voice from the Plains by William F. Drannan
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caching our cargo.
As some may not know what a cache is, I will explain. Cache is French for "hide." A hole is dug in the ground and the things to be hidden are put in there and covered with brush, then with dirt, then more brush and more dirt, and the whole is covered with turf, to make the surface look as natural as possible, so that it is not likely to be discovered by Indians at a distance. We having about a thousand pounds of stores to cache, it was no small job. On the morning of the third day in this camp, we all started out to kill some game for Juan to take back home. Mr. Hughes started out in one direction and Uncle Kit and I in the opposite. We had gone but a short distance, when, looking across a canyon, I saw a herd of some kind of animals and asked Uncle Kit what they were. He told me they were bison, and complimented me on having such good eyes. Bison, by the way, is the distinctive name in that region for mountain buffalo, all buffalo belonging to the bison family. We then started on a round-about way to try and get in gunshot of the herd, in which we were successful. When we had got in gunshot of them and he had pointed out the one for me to shoot at, he said: "Now take a rest on that big rock, and when I count three, pull |
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