Amazon.com description: Product Description: "Big paleface—Buffalo Jones—-big chief—buffalo man," introduced Emmett, indicating Jones. "How." The Navajo spoke with dignity, and extended a friendly hand. "Jones big white chief—rope buffalo—tie up tight," continued Emmett, making motions with his arm, as if he were whirling a lasso. "No big—heap small buffalo," said the Indian, holding his hand level with his knee, and smiling broadly. Jones, erect, rugged, brawny, stood in the full light of the campfire. He had a dark, bronzed, inscrutable face; a stern mouth and square jaw, keen eyes, half-closed from years of searching the wide plains; and deep furrows wrinkling his cheeks. A strange stillness enfolded his feature the tranquility earned from a long life of adventure. He held up both muscular hands to the Navajo, and spread out his fingers. "Rope buffalo—heap big buffalo—heap many—one sun." The Indian straightened up, but kept his friendly smile. "Me big chief," went on Jones, "me go far north—Land of Little Sticks—Naza! Naza! rope musk-ox; rope White Manitou of Great Slave Naza! Naza!" "Naza!" replied the Navajo, pointing to the North Star; "no—no." "Yes me big paleface—me come long way toward setting sun—go cross Big Water—go Buckskin—Siwash—chase cougar."