and watched pa.

He started to run, with the peck measure of salt, but fell down
and spilled the salt on the grass, and before he could get up the
bull was so near that he dassent run, so he laid down and played
dead, and the buffaloes surrounded him and licked up the salt, and
paid no more attention to him than they would to a log until they
had licked up all the salt. Then the bull began to lick pa's hands
and face, and Pa yelled for help, but we got behind the ridge and
went around towards the ranch, the ranchman telling us that the
animals were perfectly harmless and that as soon as they had
licked pa's face a little they would go off to a water hole to
drink, and then go out and graze.

We left Pa yelling for help, and I guess he was praying some,
'cause once he got on his knees, but a couple of pet buffalo
calves, that one of the rancher's boys drives to a cart, went up
to Pa and began to lick his bald head, and chew his hair.

Well, we got around to the ranch house, where we could, see the
herd, and see Pa trying to push the calves away from being so
familiar, and then the herd all left Pa and went back over the
ridge, and Pa was alone with his empty revolvers and the peck
measure. Pa seemed to be stunned at first, and then we all started
out to rescue him, and he saw us coming, and he came to meet us.

Pa was a sight. His hair was all mussed up, and his face was red
and sore from contact with the rough buffaloes' tongues, and the
salt on their tongues made it smart, and his coat sleeves and
trousers legs had been chewed off by the buffaloes, and he