"Where from, stranger?"
"The divide, and to the Bayou for meat; and you are from there, I see. Any buffalo come in yet?"
"Heap, and seal-fat at that. What's the sign out on the plains?"
"War-party of Rapahos passed Squirrel at sundown yesterday, and nearly raised my animals. Sign, too, of more on left fork of Boiling Spring. No buffalo between this and Bijou. Do you feel like camping?"
"Well, we do. But whar's your campan-yeros?"
"I'm alone."
"Alone? Wagh! how do you get your animals along?"
"I go ahead, and they follow the horse."
"Well, that beats all! That's a smart-looking hoss, now; and runs some, I'm thinking."
"Well, it does."