The Last of the Plainsmen [electronic resource]

Zane Grey2018

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Summary

One afternoon, far out on the sun-baked waste of sage, we made camp near a clump of withered pinyon trees. The cold desert wind came down upon us with the sudden darkness. Even the Mormons, who were finding the trail for us across the drifting sands, forgot to sing and pray at sundown. We huddled round the campfire, a tired and silent little group. When out of the lonely, melancholy night some wandering Navajos stole like shadows to our fire, we hailed their advent with delight. They were good-natured Indians, willing to barter a blanket or bracelet; and one of them, a tall, gaunt fellow, with the bearing of a chief, could speak a little English. "How," said he, in a deep chest voice. "Hello, Noddlecoddy," greeted Jim Emmett, the Mormon guide. "Ugh!" answered the Indian. "Big paleface-Buffalo Jones--big chief-buffalo man," introduced Emmett, indicating Jones. "How." The Navajo spoke with dignity, and extended a friendly hand. "Jones big white chief-rope buffalo-tie up tight...