'Boiled grass or leaves,' added Mrs Jo.
'Perhaps filled the stomach with clay, as we read of savages doing ?' suggested Mr Bhaer.
'Killed one of the horses,' cried Ted, eager for bloodshed of some sort.
'No; but we bled one of them.

See, just here; filled a tin cup, put some wild sage leaves in it, with water, and heated it over a fire of sticks.
It was good, and we slept well.' 'I guess Octoo didn't.' And Josie patted the animal, with a face full of sympathy.
'Never minded it a bit.

Black Hawk said we could live on the horses several days and still travel before they felt it.

But by another morning we found the buffalo, and I shot the one whose head is in my box, ready to hang up and scare brats into fits.

He's a fierce old fellow, you bet.' 'What is this strap for ?' asked Ted, who was busily examining the Indian saddle, the single rein and snaffle, with lariat, and round the neck the leather band he spoke of.
'We hold on to that when we lie along the horse's flank farthest from the enemy, and fire under the neck as we gallop round and round.