I kain't tell right how old I am, but I rek'lect perfect when they turned the water inter the Missoury River." He looked at them solemnly.
"I come back East to the new place, Kansas City.

It didn't cut no mustard, an' I drifted to the Bluffs.

This train was pullin' west, an' I hired on for guide.

I've got a few wagons o' my own--iron, flour an' bacon for my post beyant the Rockies--ef we don't all git our ha'r lifted afore then! "We're in between the Sioux and the Pawnees now," he went on.

"They're huntin' the bufflers not ten mile ahead.