With such packs I have had many a wildly exciting ride over the great grassy plains lying near the Little Missouri and the Knife and Heart Rivers.

Usually our proceedings on such a hunt were perfectly simple.

We started on horseback and when reaching favorable ground beat across it in a long scattered line of men and dogs.

Anything that we put up, from a fox to a coyote or a prong-buck, was fair game, and was instantly followed at full speed.

The animals we most frequently killed were jack-rabbits.