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The Last of the Plainsmen
by Zane Grey
PREFATORY NOTE
Buffalo Jones needs no introduction to American sportsmen； but to these of my readers who are unacquainted with him a few words may not be amiss。
He was born sixty…two years ago on the Illinois prairie； and he has devoted practically all of his life to the pursuit of wild animals。 It has been a pursuit which owed its unflagging energy and indomitable purpose to a singular passion； almost an obsession； to capture alive； not to kill。 He has caught and broken the will of every well…known wild beast native to western North America。 Killing was repulsive to him。 He even disliked the sight of a sporting rifle； though for years necessity compelled him to earn his livelihood by supplying the meat of buffalo to the caravans crossing the plains。 At last； seeing that the extinction of the noble beasts was inevitable； he smashed his rifle over a wagon wheel and vowed to save the species。 For ten years he labored； pursuing； capturing and taming buffalo； for which the West gave him fame； and the name Preserver of the American Bison。
As civilization encroached upon the plains Buffalo Jones ranged slowly westward； and to…day an isolated desert…bound plateau on the north rim of the Grand Canyon of Arizona is his home。 There his buffalo browse with the mustang and deer； and are as free as ever they were on the rolling plains。
In the spring of 1907 I was the fortunate companion of the old plainsman on a trip across the desert； and a hunt in that wonderful country of yellow crags； deep canyons and giant pines。 I want to tell about it。 I want to show the color and beauty of those painted cliffs and the long； brown…matted bluebell…dotted aisles in the grand forests； I want to give a suggestion of the tang of the dry； cool air； and particularly I want to throw a little light upon the life and nature of that strange character and remarkable man； Buffalo Jones。
Happily in remembrance a writer can live over his experiences； and see once more the moonblanched silver mountain peaks against the dark blue sky； hear the lonely sough of the night wind through the pines； feel the dance of wild expectation in the quivering pulse； the stir； the thrill； the joy of hard action in perilous moments； the mystery of man's yearning for the unattainable。
As a boy I read of Boone with a throbbing heart； and the silent moccasined； vengeful Wetzel I loved。
I pored over the deeds of later menCuster and Carson； those heroes of the plains。 And as a man I came to see the wonder； the tragedy of their lives； and to write about them。 It has been my destinywhat a happy fulfillment of my dreams of border spirit！to live for a while in the fast…fading wild environment which produced these great men with the last of the great plainsmen。
ZANE GREY。
CONTENTS
1。 THE ARIZONA DESERT 2 THE RANGE 3。 THE LAST HERD 4。 THE TRAIL 5。 OAK SPRING 6。 THE WHITE MUSTANG 7。 SNAKE GULCH 8。 NAZA！ NAZA！ NAZA！ 9。 THE LAND OF THE MUSK…OX 10。 SUCCESS AND FAILURE 11。 ON TO THE SIWASH 12。 OLD TOM 13。 SINGING CLIFFS 14。 ALL HEROES BUT ONE 15。 JONES ON COUGARS 16。 KITTY 17。 CONCLUSION
CHAPTER 1。 THE ARIZONA DESERT
One afternoon； far out on the sun…baked waste of sage； we made camp near a clump of withered pinyon trees。 The cold desert wind came down upon us with the sudden darkness。 Even the Mormons； who were finding the trail for us across the drifting sands； forgot to sing and pray at sundown。 We huddled round the campfire； a tired and silent little group。 When out of the lonely； melancholy night some wandering Navajos stole like shadows to our fire； we hailed their advent with delight。 They were good…natured Indians； willing to barter a blanket or bracelet； and one of them； a tall； gaunt fellow； with the bearing of a chief； could speak a little English。
〃How；〃 said he； in a deep chest voice。
〃Hello； Noddlecoddy；〃 greeted Jim Emmett； the Mormon guide。
〃Ugh！〃 answered the Indian。
〃Big palefaceBuffalo Jones…big chiefbuffalo man；〃 introduced Emmett； indicating Jones。
〃How。〃 The Navajo spoke with dignity； and extended a friendly hand。
〃Jones big white chiefrope buffalotie up tight；〃 continued Emmett； making motions with his arm； as if he were whirling a lasso。
〃No bigheap small buffalo；〃 said the Indian； holding his hand level with his knee； and smiling broadly。
Jones； erect； rugged； brawny； stood in the full light of the campfire。 He had a dark； bronzed； inscrutable face； a stern mouth and square jaw； keen eyes； half…closed from years of searching the wide plains； and deep furrows wrinkling his cheeks。 A strange stillness enfolded his feature the tranquility earned from a long life of adventure。
He held up both muscular hands to the Navajo； and spread out his fingers。
〃Rope buffaloheap big buffaloheap manyone sun。〃
The Indian straightened up； but kept his friendly smile。
〃Me big chief；〃 went on Jones； 〃me go far northLand of Little SticksNaza！ Naza！ rope musk…ox； rope White Manitou of Great Slave Naza！ Naza！〃
〃Naza！〃 replied the Navajo； pointing to the North Star； 〃nono。〃
〃Yes me big palefaceme come long way toward setting sungo cross Big Watergo BuckskinSiwashchase cougar。〃
The cougar； or mountain lion； is a Navajo god and the Navajos hold him in as much fear and reverence as do the Great Slave Indians the musk…ox。
〃No kill cougar；〃 continued Jones； as the Indian's bold features hardened。 〃Run cougar horsebackrun long waydogs chase cougar long timechase cougar up tree！ Me big chiefme climb treeclimb high uplasso cougarrope cougartie cougar all tight。〃
The Navajo's solemn face relaxed
〃White man heap fun。 No。〃
〃Yes；〃 cried Jones； extending his great arms。 〃Me strong； me rope cougarme tie cougar； ride off wigwam； keep cougar alive。〃
〃No；〃 replied the savage vehemently。
〃Yes；〃 protested Jones； nodding earnestly。
〃No；〃 answered the Navajo； louder； raising his dark head。
〃Yes！〃 shouted Jones。
〃BIG LIE！〃 the Indian thundered。
Jones joined good…naturedly in the laugh at his expense。 The Indian had crudely voiced a skepticism I had heard more delicately hinted in New York； and singularly enough； which had strengthened on our way West； as we met ranchers； prospectors and cowboys。 But those few men I had fortunately met； who really knew Jones； more than overbalanced the doubt and ridicule cast upon him。 I recalled a scarred old veteran of the plains； who had talked to me in true Western bluntness：
〃Say； young feller； I heerd yer couldn't git acrost the Canyon fer the deep snow on the north rim。 Wal； ye're lucky。 Now； yer hit the trail fer New York； an' keep goint！ Don't ever tackle the desert； 'specially with them Mormons。 They've got water on the brain； wusser 'n religion。 It's two hundred an' fifty miles from Flagstaff to Jones range； an' only two drinks on the trail。 I know this hyar Buffalo Jones。 I knowed him way back in the seventies； when he was doin' them ropin' stunts thet made him famous as the preserver of the American bison。 I know about that crazy trip of his'n to the Barren Lands； after musk…ox。 An' I reckon I kin guess what he'll do over there in the Siwash。 He'll rope cougarssure he willan' watch 'em jump。 Jones would rope the devil； an' tie him down if the lasso didn't burn。 Oh！ he's hell on ropin' things。 An' he's wusser 'n hell on men； an' hosses； an' dogs。〃
All that my well…meaning friend suggested made me； of course； only the more eager to go with Jones。 Where I had once been interested in the old buffalo hunter； I was now fascinated。 And now I was with him in the desert and seeing him as he was； a simple； quiet man； who fitted the mountains and the silences； and the long reaches of distance。
〃It does seem hard to believeall this about Jones；〃 remarked Judd； one of Emmett's men。
〃How could a man have the strength and the nerve？ And isn't it cruel to keep wild animals in captivity？ it against God's word？〃
Quick as speech could flow； Jones quoted： 〃And God said； 'Let us make man in our image； and give him dominion over the fish of the sea； the fowls of the air； over all the cattle； and over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth'！〃
〃Dominionover all the beasts of the field！〃 rep