Baked to day. A family of Springles live not far from Lanes. They are from Virginia. Their son is home part of the time, and goes hunting with the boys. Some time ago, he gave me three arrows he had taken from a buffalo he had shot. The Indians had shot the arrows, but none went deep, and the buffalo got away from them, and was killed later by Mr. S Philip says you cannot kill a buffalo—unless he is shot in the eye—or back of the shoulder, and hits the heart.
Philip put a couple of sticks or canes at the door, and charged me never, never to leave the house with out one. There are some snakes around— one passed the door this a. m. and ran into the brush, before I had a chance to kill it.
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