They would hitch a long, light pole on each side of a pony, with the ends dragging behind on the ground, and on a little platform at the hind end the children sat and were dragged along.
As we passed on beyond Scott's Bluff the game began to be perceptibly scarcer, and what we did find was back from the traveled road, from which it had apparently been driven by the passing hunters.
In time we reached Ft.

Laramie, a trading post, where there were some Indian lodges, and we noticed that some of the occupants had lighter complexions than any of the other Indians we had seen.

They had cords of dried buffalo meat, and we purchased some.

It was very fat, but was so perfectly cured that the clear tallow tasted as sweet as a nut.

I thought it was the best dried meat I had ever tasted, but perhaps a good appetite had something to do with it.
As we passed Ft.