Anyone can kill small game; but buffaloes and grizzlies--they are the boys." During the winter of his sixteenth year a brother of Mr.Burns returned from Kansas, which was then a strange and far-off land, and from him Harold drew vast streams of talk.

The boy was insatiate when the plains were under discussion.

From this veritable cattleman he secured many new words.

With great joy he listened while Mr.Burns spoke of _cinches_, ropes, corrals, _buttes_, _arroyos_ and other Spanish-Mexican words which the boys had observed in their dime novels, but which they had never before heard anyone use in common speech.

Mr.Burns alluded to an _aparejo_ or an _arroyo_ as casually as Jack would say "singletree" or "furrow," and his stories brought the distant plains country very near.
Harold sought opportunity to say: "Mr.Burns, take me back with you; I wish you would." The cattleman looked at him.