ABSTRACT
This chapter discusses a man named Hibbets in a party, who, from his habits of somnolency, had earned the 'soubriquet' of 'Sleepyhead'. For this reason the first watch had been assigned to him, being the least dangerous, as Indians seldom made their attacks until the hour of soundest sleep: that before daybreak. Hibbets had climbed to his post, the top of the bluff, where he could command a view of the surrounding prairie. Before night had set in, the author had noticed a very beautiful spot on the bank of the arroyo, about two hundred yards from where my comrades lay. The author fancied the animal was about to turn and run back. This brought my mirth to a sudden pause; but the buffalo usually runs in a 'bee-line', and fortunately mine made no exception to the law. At one time the author fancied he was moving, that the butte was sailing onward, and the buffaloes were standing still.
