You'll get a chance now to see the Plains, my son." At first we saw rather the prairies than the Plains proper.

We were following a plainly marked trail, which wound in and out among low rolling hills; and for two days we remained in touch with the scattered huts of the squalid, half-civilized Indians and squaw men who still hung around the upper reservations.

Bleached bones of the buffalo we saw here and there, but there was no game.

The buffalo had long years since been driven far to the westward.

We took some fine fish in the clear waters of the forks of the Blue, which with some difficulty we were able to ford.