About Me
Among the Crows who live up Montana way there was a boy overboastful of his power, overzealous to prove his manhood. At long last consent was given for him to accompany the buffalo hunters. When the party neared the herd, the Chief told the boy to point out the buffalo he would kill. This he promptly did. He shot--and the buffalo fell. Racing forward to claim his prize, he was confronted by another Indian who claimed it was he who killed the buffalo. In the argument that followed the intruder told the boy to examine the arrow in the buffalo. He was amazed to discover that it was not his arrow...whereupon laughter and ridicule emanated from those in the hunting party. Then the Chief pointed to another buffalo dead upon the plains a short distance away, telling the boy that it was the buffalo he had killed. Full of unbelief, the boy nevertheless went to the other buffalo--and lo, his arrow was in it! He had aimed at one buffalo and killed another buffalo. Hence the name he carried ever after--"The Other Buffalo."
Death to false metal, etc, etc.....
