A hundred or more questions were then asked me by this one and that one, and the whole evening was spent principally in buffalo talk, sandwiched with stories of the plains--both of war and of the chase.

Several of the party, who were good vocalists, gave us some excellent music.

We closed the evening by christening the camp, naming it Camp Brown, in honor of the gallant officer in command of the escort.
At three o'clock next morning the bugle called us to an early start.

We had breakfast at half-past four, and at six were in the saddle.

All were eager to see and shoot the buffaloes which I assured them we would certainly meet during the day.