"Oh, he"ll die soon enough," replied Joe, tucking up his sleeves and drawing his long hunting-knife.
d.i.c.k, however, was not satisfied with this way of looking at it. Saying that he would be back in a few minutes he re-loaded his rifle, and calling Crusoe to his side, walked quickly after the wounded bull, which was now hid from view in a hollow of the plain.
In a few minutes he came in sight of it, and ran forward with his rifle in readiness.
"Down, Crusoe," he whispered; "wait for me here."
Crusoe crouched in the gra.s.s instantly, and d.i.c.k advanced. As he came on, the bull observed him, and turned round bellowing with rage and pain to receive him. The aspect of the brute on a near view was so terrible, that d.i.c.k involuntarily stopped too, and gazed with a mingled feeling of wonder and awe, while it bristled with pa.s.sion, and blood-streaked foam dropped from its open jaws, and its eyes glared furiously. Seeing that d.i.c.k did not advance, the bull charged him with a terrific roar; but the youth had firm nerves, and although the rush of such a savage creature at full speed was calculated to try the courage of any man, especially one who had never seen a buffalo bull before, d.i.c.k did not lose presence of mind. He remembered the many stories he had listened to of this very thing that was now happening, so, crushing down his excitement as well as he could, he c.o.c.ked his rifle and awaited the charge. He knew that it was of no use to fire at the head of the advancing foe, as the thickness of the skull, together with the matted hair on the forehead, rendered it impervious to a bullet.
When the bull was within a yard of him he leaped lightly to one side and it pa.s.sed. Just as it did so, d.i.c.k aimed at its heart and fired, but his knowledge of the creature"s anatomy was not yet correct. The ball entered the shoulder too high, and the bull, checking himself as well as he could in his headlong rush, turned round and made at d.i.c.k again.
The failure coupled with the excitement proved too much for d.i.c.k; he could not resist discharging his second barrel at the brute"s head as it came on. He might as well have fired at a brick wall; it shook its s.h.a.ggy front, and with a hideous bellow thundered forward. Again d.i.c.k sprang to one side, but in doing so a tuft of gra.s.s or a stone caught his foot, and he fell heavily to the ground.
Up to this point Crusoe"s admirable training had nailed him to the spot where he had been left, although the twitching of every fibre in his body and a low continuous whine showed how gladly he would have hailed permission to join in the combat; but the instant he saw his master down and the buffalo turning to charge again, he sprang forward with a roar that would have done credit to his bovine enemy, and seized him by the nose. So vigorous was the rush that he well-nigh pulled the bull down on its side. One toss of its head, however, sent Crusoe high into the air, but it accomplished this feat at the expense of its nose, which was torn and lacerated by the dog"s teeth.
Scarcely had Crusoe touched the ground, which he did with a sounding thump, than he sprang up and flew at his adversary again. This time, however, he adopted the plan of barking furiously and biting by rapid yet terrible snaps as he found opportunity, thus keeping the bull entirely engrossed, and affording d.i.c.k an opportunity of re-loading his rifle, which he was not slow to do. d.i.c.k then stepped close up, and, while the two combatants were roaring in each other"s face; he shot the buffalo through the heart. It fell to the earth with a deep groan.
Crusoe"s rage instantly vanished on beholding this, and he seemed to be filled with tumultuous joy at his master"s escape, for he gambolled round him, and whined and fawned upon him in a manner that could not be misunderstood.
"Good dog; thank"ee, my pup," said d.i.c.k, patting Crusoe"s head as he stooped to brush the dust from his leggings; "I don"t know what would ha" become o" me but for your help, Crusoe."
Crusoe turned his head a little to one side, wagged his tail, and looked at d.i.c.k with an expression that said quite plainly, "I"d die for you, I would--not once, or twice, but ten times, fifty times if need be--and that not merely to save your life, but even to please you."
There is no doubt whatever that Crusoe felt something of this sort. The love of a Newfoundland dog to its master is beyond calculation or expression. He who once gains such love carries the dog"s life in his hand. But let him who reads note well, and remember, that there is only one coin that can purchase such love, and that is _kindness_; the coin, too, must be genuine. Kindness merely _expressed_ will not do, it must be _felt_.
"Hallo! boy, ye"ve bin i" the wars!" exclaimed Joe, raising himself from his task as d.i.c.k and Crusoe returned.
"You look more like it than I do," retorted d.i.c.k, laughing.
This was true, for cutting up a buffalo carcase with no other instrument than a large knife is no easy matter. Yet western hunters and Indians can do it without cleaver or saw, in a way that would surprise a civilised butcher not a little. Joe was covered with blood up to the elbows. His hair, happening to have a knack of getting into his eyes, had been so often brushed off with b.l.o.o.d.y hands, that his whole visage was speckled with gore, and his dress was by no means immaculate.
While d.i.c.k related his adventure, or _mis-adventure_ with the bull, Joe and Henri completed the cutting out of the most delicate portions of the buffalo, namely, the hump on its shoulder--which is a choice piece, much finer than the best beef--and the tongue, and a few other parts. The tongues of buffaloes are superior to those of domestic cattle. When all was ready the meat was slung across the back of the pack-horse, and the party, remounting their horses, continued their journey, having first cleansed themselves as well as they could in the rather dirty waters of an old wallow.
"See," said Henri, turning to d.i.c.k and pointing to a circular spot of green as they rode along, "that is one old _dry_ waller."
"Ay," remarked Joe, "after the waller dries, it becomes a ring o"
greener gra.s.s than the rest o" the plain, as ye see. "Tis said the first hunters used to wonder greatly at these myster"ous circles, and they invented all sorts o" stories to account for "em. Some said they wos fairy-rings, but at last they comed to know they wos nothin" more nor less than places where buffaloes wos used to waller in. It"s often seemed to me that if we knowed the _raisons_ o" things we wouldn"t be so much puzzled wi" them as we are."
The truth of this last remark was so self-evident and incontrovertible that it elicited no reply, and the three friends rode on for a considerable time in silence.
It was now past noon, and they were thinking of calling a halt for a short rest to the horses and a pipe to themselves, when Joe was heard to give vent to one of those peculiar hisses that always accompanied either a surprise or a caution. In the present case it indicated both.
"What now, Joe?"
"Injuns!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Joe.
"Eh! fat you say? ou is de?"
Crusoe at this moment uttered a low growl. Ever since the day he had been partially roasted he had maintained a rooted antipathy to Red-men.
Joe immediately dismounted, and placing his ear to the ground listened intently. It is a curious fact that by placing the ear close to the ground sounds can be heard distinctly which could not be heard at all if the listener were to maintain an erect position.
"They"re arter the buffalo," said Joe, rising, "an" I think it"s likely they"re a band o" p.a.w.nees. Listen an" ye"ll hear their shouts quite plain."
d.i.c.k and Henri immediately lay down and placed their ears to the ground.
"Now, me hear noting," said Henri, jumping up, "but me ear is like me eyes; ver" short-sighted."
"I do hear something," said d.i.c.k as he got up, "but the beating o" my own heart makes row enough to spoil my hearin"."
Joe Blunt smiled. "Ah! lad, yer young an" yer blood"s too hot yet, but bide a bit; you"ll cool down soon. I wos like you once. Now, lads, what think ye we should do?"
"You know best, Joe."
"Oui, nodoubtedly."
"Then wot I advise is that we gallop to the broken sand hillocks ye see yonder, get behind them an" take a peep at the Red-skins. If they are p.a.w.nees we"ll go up to them at once; if not, we"ll hold a council o" war on the spot."
Having arranged this they mounted and hastened towards the hillocks in question, which they reached after ten minutes" gallop, at full stretch.
The sandy mounds afforded them concealment, and enabled them to watch the proceedings of the savages in the plain below. The scene was the most curious and exciting that can be conceived. The centre of the plain before them was crowded with hundreds of buffaloes, which were dashing about in the most frantic state of alarm. To whatever point they galloped they were met by yelling savages on horseback, who could not have been fewer in numbers than a thousand--all being armed with lance, bow, and quiver, and mounted on active little horses. The Indians had completely surrounded the herd of buffaloes, and were now advancing steadily towards them, gradually narrowing the circle, and, whenever the terrified animals endeavoured to break through the line, they rushed to that particular spot in a body, and scared them back again into the centre.
Thus they advanced until they closed in on their prey, and formed an unbroken circle round them, whilst the poor brutes kept eddying and surging to and fro in a confused ma.s.s, hooking and climbing upon each other, and bellowing furiously. Suddenly the hors.e.m.e.n made a rush, and the work of destruction began. The tremendous turmoil raised a cloud of dust that obscured the field in some places, and hid it from our hunters" view. Some of the Indians galloped round and round the circle, sending their arrows whizzing up to the feathers in the sides of the fattest cows. Others dashed fearlessly into the midst of the black heaving ma.s.s, and, with their long lances, pierced dozens of them to the heart. In many instances the buffaloes, infuriated by wounds, turned fiercely on their a.s.sailants and gored the horses to death, in which cases the men had to trust to their nimble legs for safety. Sometimes a horse got jammed in the centre of the swaying ma.s.s, and could neither advance nor retreat. Then the savage rider leaped upon the buffaloes"
backs, and springing from one to another, like an acrobat, gained the outer edge of the circle, not failing, however, in his strange flight, to pierce with his lance several of the fattest of his stepping-stones as he sped along.
A few of the herd succeeded in escaping from the blood and dust of this desperate battle, and made off over the plains, but they were quickly overtaken, and the lance or arrow brought them down on the green turf.
Many of the dismounted riders were chased by bulls, but they stepped lightly to one side, and, as the animals pa.s.sed, drove their arrows deep into their sides. Thus the tumultuous war went on, amid thundering tread, and yell, and bellow, till the green plain was transformed into a sea of blood and mire, and every buffalo of the herd was laid low.
It is not to be supposed that such reckless warfare is invariably waged without damage to the savages. Many were the wounds and bruises received that day, and not a few bones were broken, but happily no lives were lost.
"Now, lads, now"s our time. A bold and fearless look"s the best at all times. Don"t look as if ye doubted their friendship; and mind, wotever ye do, don"t use yer arms. Follow me."
Saying this, Joe Blunt leaped on his horse, and, bounding over the ridge at full speed, galloped headlong across the plain.
The savages observed the strangers instantly, and a loud yell announced the fact as they a.s.sembled from all parts of the field brandishing their bows and spears. Joe"s quick eye soon distinguished their chief, towards whom he galloped, still at full speed, till within a yard or two of his horse"s head; then he reined up suddenly. So rapidly did Joe and his comrades approach, and so instantaneously did they pull up, that their steeds were thrown almost on their haunches.
The Indian chief did not move a muscle. He was a tall powerful savage, almost naked, and mounted on a coal-black charger, which he sat with the ease of a man accustomed to ride from infancy. He was, indeed, a splendid-looking savage, but his face wore a dark frown, for, although he and his band had visited the settlements and trafficked with the fur-traders on the Missouri, he did not love the "Pale-faces," whom he regarded as intruders on the hunting grounds of his fathers, and the peace that existed between them at that time was of a very fragile character. Indeed, it was deemed by the traders impossible to travel through the Indian country at that period except in strong force, and it was the very boldness of the present attempt that secured to our hunters anything like a civil reception.
Joe, who could speak the p.a.w.nee tongue fluently, began by explaining the object of his visit, and spoke of the presents which he had brought for the great chief; but it was evident that his words made little impression. As he discoursed to them the savages crowded round the little party, and began to handle and examine their dresses and weapons with a degree of rudeness that caused Joe considerable anxiety.
"Mahtawa believes that the heart of the Pale-face is true," said the savage, when Joe paused, "but he does not choose to make peace. The Pale-faces are grasping. They never rest. They turn their eyes to the great mountains, and say, `There we will stop." But even there they will not stop. They are never satisfied, Mahtawa knows them well."
This speech sank like a death-knell into the hearts of the hunters, for they knew that if the savages refused to make peace, they would scalp them all and appropriate their goods. To make things worse, a dark-visaged Indian suddenly caught hold of Henri"s rifle, and, ere he was aware, plucked it from his hand. The blood rushed to the gigantic hunter"s forehead, and he was on the point of springing at the man, when Joe said in a deep, quiet voice--
"Be still, Henri. You will but hasten death."
At this moment there was a movement in the outskirts of the circle of hors.e.m.e.n, and another chief rode into the midst of them. He was evidently higher in rank than Mahtawa, for he spoke authoritatively to the crowd, and stepped in before him. The hunters drew little comfort from the appearance of his face, however, for it scowled upon them. He was not so powerful a man as Mahtawa, but he was more gracefully formed, and had a more n.o.ble and commanding countenance.
"Have the Pale-faces no wigwams on the great river that they should come to spy out the lands of the p.a.w.nee?" he demanded.
"We have not come to spy your country," answered Joe, raising himself proudly as he spoke, and taking off his cap. "We have come with a message from the great chief of the Pale-faces, who lives in the village far beyond the great river where the sun rises. He says, why should the Pale-face and the Red-man fight? They are brothers. The same Manitou [the Indian name for G.o.d] watches over both. The Pale-faces have more beads, and guns, and blankets, and knives, and vermilion than they require; they wish to give some of these things for the skins and furs which the Red-man does not know what to do with. The great chief of the Pale-faces has sent me to say, `Why should we fight? let us smoke the pipe of peace!""