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It may be in this great hunt of ours that we can live on the buffalo , just as the Indians do . '' They slept that night on the open plain , warm in their blankets and lulled by the eternal winds , and the next morning they were off again at the first upshoot of dawn . It now grew very warm , the sun 's rays coming down vertically , while the plain itself seemed to act as a burnished shield , reflecting them and doubling the heat . Careful of their animals , they gave them a long rest at noon , and then resumed the march at a slow pace . Before sundown Will saw through his glasses a long line of trees , apparently cottonwoods , running almost due north and south . `` Means a creek , '' said the Little Giant , `` a creek mebbe a leetle bigger than them make-believe creeks we 've crossed . I like the plains .