“Well, I’m not afraid of either a bear or a mountain lion,” thought Shaggo, as he took his drink. “Still, with my sore shoulder, I’d just as soon not have to fight them now. I wish my shoulder would get better!”
It did not pain Shaggo so much as at first, but it was stiff and ached when he walked. It seemed to be swelling, too, as he could see when he looked at the reflection of himself in the water pool, which was like a looking glass.
Now began the wanderings of Shaggo. They took him into many places, and he had many adventures, about which I will tell you. To some of the places Shaggo went himself. To others he was taken by men, whether he liked it or not. And it was when he had to do with men that most of the buffalo’s adventures took place.
Shaggo wandered over the prairie and up into the forests. Now and then he met animal friends, but he did not meet other buffaloes, for they were all on ranges in National Parks, as he had been.
Once Shaggo met a grizzly bear, who growled out a welcome, as he clawed at a rotten stump to get something to eat.
“Where are the rest of you?” asked the bear.
“Whom do you mean?” asked Shaggo.
“The other buffaloes,” went on the bear. “Where are the others of the herd? You buffaloes always travel in crowds.”
“Oh, I am off by myself looking for adventures,” was Shaggo’s answer.
“Well, I wish you luck!” growled the bear, as he shuffled away.