| With the Indians in The Rockies Contributor(s): Schultz, James Willard (Author) |
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ISBN: 1492845507 ISBN-13: 9781492845508 Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform OUR PRICE: $7.59 Product Type: Paperback - Other Formats Published: September 2013 |
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| BISAC Categories: - History | United States - State & Local - General - Literary Collections | Ancient, Classical & Medieval |
| Physical Information: 0.28" H x 7.44" W x 9.69" (0.54 lbs) 130 pages |
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| Publisher Description: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1912 edition. Excerpt: ... I saw its tail drop Come on." That was a certain sign. When a deer of this variety is alarmed and runs, it invariably raises its short, white-haired tail, and keeps swaying it like the inverted pendulum of a clock; but if even slightly wounded by the hunter, it instantly claps its tail tight against its body and keeps it there. " Here is blood " Pitamakan called out, pointing to some red spots on the snow. They were just a few scattering drops, but I consoled myself with thinking that an arrow does not let out blood like a rifle-ball because the shaft fills the wound. We soon came to the edge of the fir thicket. Beyond, the woods were so open that we could see a long way in the direction of the deer's trail. We dropped to a walk, and went on a little less hopefully; the blood-droppings became more scattering, and soon not another red spot was to be seen--a bad sign. At last we found where the deer had ceased running, had stopped and turned round to look back. It had stood for some time, as was shown by the well-trodden snow. Even here there was not one drop of blood, and worst of all, from this place the deer had gone on at its natural long stride. "It is useless for us to trail her farther," said Pitamakan dolefully. " Her wound is only a slight one; it smarts just enough to keep her traveling and watching that we don't get a chance for another shot." I felt bad enough, but Pitamakan felt worse, because he thought that he should have made a better shot. " Oh, never mind," I said, trying to cheer him. "There are plenty of deer close round here, and it is a long time until night. Go ahead. We'll do better next time." " I am pretty tired," he complained. " Perhaps we had better go to camp and start out rested to-morrow." I had not... |