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trail； seeming to swoop down on us with a yellow； blinding pall。 I shut my eyes and covered my face with a handkerchief。 The sand blew so thick that it filled my gloves； pebbles struck me hard enough to sting through my coat。
Fortunately； Spot kept to an easy swinging lope； which was the most comfortable motion for me。 But I began to get numb； and could hardly stick on the saddle。 Almost before I had dared to hope； Spot stopped。 Uncovering my face； I saw Jim in the doorway of the lee side of the cabin。 The yellow； streaky； whistling clouds of sand split on the cabin and passed on； leaving a small； dusty space of light。
〃Shore Spot do hate to be beat；〃 yelled Jim； as he helped me off。 I stumbled into the cabin and fell upon a buffalo robe and lay there absolutely spent。 Jones and Frank came in a few minutes apart； each anathematizing the gritty； powdery sand。
All day the desert storm raged and roared。 The dust sifted through the numerous cracks in the cabin burdened our clothes； spoiled our food and blinded our eyes。 Wind； snow； sleet and rainstorms are discomforting enough under trying circumstances； but all combined； they are nothing to the choking stinging； blinding sandstorm。
〃Shore it'll let up by sundown；〃 averred Jim。 And sure enough the roar died away about five o'clock； the wind abated and the sand settled。
Just before supper； a knock sounded heavily o the cabin door。 Jim opened it to admit one of Emmett's sons and a very tall man whom none of us knew。 He was a sand…man。 All that was not sand seemed a space or two of corduroy； a big bone…handled knife； a prominent square jaw and bronze cheek and flashing eyes。
〃Get downget down； an' come in； stranger； said Frank cordially。
〃How do you do； sir；〃 said Jones。
〃Colonel Jones； I've been on your trail for twelve days；〃 announced the stranger； with a grim smile。 The sand streamed off his coat in little white streak。 Jones appeared to be casting about in his mind。
〃I'm Grant Wallace；〃 continued the newcomer。 〃I missed you at the El Tovar； at Williams and at Flagstaff； where I was one day behind。 Was half a day late at the Little Colorado； saw your train cross Moncaupie Wash； and missed you because of the sandstorm there。 Saw you from the other side of the Big Colorado as you rode out from Emmett's along the red wall。 And here I am。 We've never met till now； which obviously isn't my fault。〃
The Colonel and I fell upon Wallace's neck。 Frank manifested his usual alert excitation； and said： 〃Well； I guess he won't hang fire on a long cougar chase。〃 And Jimslow； careful Jim； dropped a plate with the exclamation： 〃Shore it do beat hell！〃 The hounds sniffed round Wallace； and welcomed him with vigorous tails。
Supper that night； even if we did grind sand with our teeth； was a joyous occasion。 The biscuits were flaky and light； the bacon fragrant and crisp。 I produced a jar of blackberry jam； which by subtle cunning I had been able to secrete from the Mormons on that dry desert ride； and it was greeted with acclamations of pleasure。 Wallace； divested of his sand guise； beamed with the gratification of a hungry man once more in the presence of friends and food。 He made large cavities in Jim's great pot of potato stew； and caused biscuits to vanish in a way that would not have shamed a Hindoo magician。 The Grand Canyon he dug in my jar of jam； however； could not have been accomplished by legerdemain。
Talk became animated on dogs； cougars； horses and buffalo。 Jones told of our experience out on the range； and concluded with some salient remarks。
〃A tame wild animal is the most dangerous of beasts。 My old friend； Dick Rock； a great hunter and guide out of Idaho； laughed at my advice； and got killed by one of his three…year…old bulls。 I told him they knew him just well enough to kill him； and they did。 My friend； A。 H。 Cole； of Oxford； Nebraska； tried to rope a Weetah that was too tame to be safe； and the bull killed him。 Same with General Bull； a member of the Kansas Legislature； and two cowboys who went into a corral to tie up a tame elk at the wrong time。 I pleaded with them not to undertake it。 They had not studied animals as I had。 That tame elk killed all of them。 He had to be shot in order to get General Bull off his great antlers。 You see； a wild animal must learn to respect a man。 The way I used to teach the Yellowstone Park bears to be respectful and safe neighbors was to rope them around the front paw； swing them up on a tree clear of the ground； and whip them with a long pole。 It was a dangerous business； and looks cruel； but it is the only way I could find to make the bears good。 You see； they eat scraps around the hotels and get so tame they will steal everything but red…hot stoves； and will cuff the life out of those who try to shoo them off。 But after a bear mother has had a licking； she not only becomes a good bear for the rest of her life； but she tells all her cubs about it with a good smack of her paw； for emphasis； and teaches them to respect peaceable citizens generation after generation。
〃One of the hardest jobs I ever tackled was that of supplying the buffalo for Bronx Park。 I rounded up a magnificent 'king' buffalo bull； belligerent enough to fight a battleship。 When I rode after him the cowmen said I was as good as killed。 I made a lance by driving a nail into the end of a short pole and sharpening it。 After he had chased me； I wheeled my broncho； and hurled the lance into his back； ripping a wound as long as my hand。 That put the fear of Providence into him and took the fight all out of him。 I drove him uphill and down； and across canyons at a dead run for eight miles single handed； and loaded him on a freight car； but he came near getting me once or twice； and only quick broncho work and lance play saved me。
〃In the Yellowstone Park all our buffaloes have become docile； excepting the huge bull which led them。 The Indians call the buffalo leader the 'Weetah；' the master of the herd。 It was sure death to go near this one。 So I shipped in another Weetah； hoping that he might whip some of the fight out of old Manitou； the Mighty。 They came together head on； like a railway collision； and ripped up over a square mile of landscape； fighting till night came on； and then on into the night。
〃I jumped into the field with them； chasing them with my biograph； getting a series of moving pictures of that bullfight which was sure the real thing。 It was a ticklish thing to do； though knowing that neither bull dared take his eyes off his adversary for a second； I felt reasonably safe。 The old Weetah beat the new champion out that night； but the next morning they were at it again； and the new buffalo finally whipped the old one into submission。 Since then his spirit has remained broken； and even a child can approach him safelybut the new Weetah is in turn a holy terror。
〃To handle buffalo； elk and bear； you must get into sympathy with their methods of reasoning。 No tenderfoot stands any show； even with the tame animals of the Yellowstone。〃
The old buffalo hunter's lips were no longer locked。 One after another he told reminiscences of his eventful life； in a simple manner； yet so vivid and gripping were the unvarnished details that I was spellbound。
〃Considering what appears the impossibility of capturing a full…grown buffalo； how did you earn the name of preserver of the American bison？〃 inquired Wallace。
〃It took years to learn how； and ten more to capture the fifty…eight that I was able to keep。 I tried every plan under the sun。 I roped hundreds； of all sizes and ages。 They would not live in captivity。 If they could not find an embankment over which to break their necks； they would crush their skulls on stones。 Failing any means like that； they would lie down； will themselves to die； and die。 Think of a savage wild nature that could will its heart to cease beating！ But it's true。 Finally I found I could keep only calves under three months of age。 But to capture them so young entailed time and patience。 For the buffalo fight for their young； and when I say fight； I mean till they drop。 I almost always had to go alone； because I could neither coax nor hire any one to undertake it with me。 Sometimes I would be weeks getting one cal