Blackfoot Lodge Tales

As they were following up the river, they saw at a distance three old bulls lying down close to a cut bank. Heavy Collar left his party, and went out to kill one of these bulls, and when he had come close to them, he shot one and killed it right there. He cut it up, and, as he was hungry, he went down into a ravine below him, to roast a piece of meat; for he had left his party a long way behind, and night was now coming on. As he was roasting the meat, he thought,–for he was very tired,– It is a pity I did not bring one of my young men with me. He could go up on that hill and get some hair from that bull’s head, and I could wipe out my gun.