nearly all
killed off in a very short time after.

About sundown he decided to camp under some high buttes. He built a
fire, removed his dress and then, in his stocking feet, climbed to
the heights in the hope of seeing some habitation; but as far as the eye
could reach, there was no sign of anything human. The only living thing
in sight was a herd of antelope, crossing an opposite hill, and far to
the southward he could see the mysterious buttes of the Bad
Lands. Returning to camp, he partook of supper and slept soundly all
night, pulling away before daylight next morning. For two days he was
utterly lonely. Not a thing in sight except wild game; but nearing the
Missouri river, he was suddenly informed that there was something else
around. A bullet struck the water just below him. He stood upright,
placing the Baby between himself and the near 'shore and blew a blast on
the bugle, discovering the Indian who had fired the shot as he did so,
with the smoking gun still in his hand. Paul yelled lustily at him but
he did not stop to investigate; he sprang away through the woods.

Late that afternoon, Paul saw a number of buildings ahead, with a pole
on which a flag hung at half mast. He had reached Fort Buford. He sent a
rocket whizzing in the direction of the fort and in a moment the bank
was lined with soldiers who received him hospitably. On inquiring the
cause of the flag being at half mast, he was informed that they had just
received the news of President Garfield's death.

He remained at Buford two days, a soldier making him a splendid paddle
during that time. He also visited the settlement of Ree and Mandan
Indians near by, and it was by them he was given the name of
Minnewachatcha, meaning spirit of the water. The Indians exhibited great
curiosity and asked all manner of questions. When he started again, the
entire garrison as well as the Indians assembled on the bank of the Big
Muddy, shouting a good bye as he was borne away. The officers of the
fort had warned him about a party of Indians that had gone out hunting
before they had received word from General Terry, and Paul did not fail
to keep a careful eye on the banks until he reached Fort Stevenson.

The currents and whirls on the Missouri were more savage than on the
Yellowstone and the bends were something indescribable, as he took
every point of the compass within the space of a couple of hours. If the
Yellowstone