Books with title THE LAST OF THE PLAINSMEN

Buffalos, White Wolves and Musk OxenBuffalo Jones is one the last left of his own kind. He doesn’t kill animals for sports, instead he captures them and tames them in his attempt to raise new breeds. His adventures through the Wild West are numerous and amazing: from encountering Native Americans to chasing the musk oxen just to end up in the midst of a wolf attack. Xist Publishing is a digital-first publisher. Xist Publishing creates books for the touchscreen generation and is dedicated to helping everyone develop a lifetime love of reading, no matter what form it takes Get your next Xist Classic title for Kindle here: http://amzn.to/1A7cKKl Find all our our books for Kindle here: http://amzn.to/1PooxLl Sign up for the Xist Publishing Newsletter here. Find more great titles on our website.

Buffalo Jones was the last of the famous plainsmen who rode the trails of the old West. The driving force of his life was to capture wild animals alive…including buffalo and cougars.When he saw that the buffalo were in danger of extinction, he worked for ten years to capture enough young buffalo to set up his own preserve for them, which is how he earned his name.This is the thrilling firsthand account of a hunting trip that Grey took with Jones. It is a tale that takes the listener on a real hunting trip—with constant danger threats from wild beasts, Indians, and the many pitfalls of a wild country untouched by civilization.

"The Last of the Plainsmen" book has a beautiful glossy cover and a blank page for the dedication. In the spring of 1907 I was the fortunate companion of the old plainsman on a trip across the desert, and a hunt in that wonderful country of yellow crags, deep canyons and giant pines. I want to tell about it. I want to show the color and beauty of those painted cliffs and the long, brown-matted bluebell-dotted aisles in the grand forests; I want to give a suggestion of the tang of the dry, cool air; and particularly I want to throw a little light upon the life and nature of that strange character and remarkable man, Buffalo Jones. Happily in remembrance a writer can live over his experiences, and see once more the moonblanched silver mountain peaks against the dark blue sky; hear the lonely sough of the night wind through the pines; feel the dance of wild expectation in the quivering pulse; the stir, the thrill, the joy of hard action in perilous moments; the mystery of man's yearning for the unattainable.

Like many of Zane Grey's Western novels, The Last of the Plainsmen draws on copious research to present a rollicking tale that celebrates the anything-goes ethos and frontier spirit of the Wild West in its heyday. This account follows the exploits of Charles "Buffalo" Jones, a renowned hunter and free spirit who later emerged as an important advocate for the conservation of buffalo and bison.

One afternoon, far out on the sun-baked waste of sage, we made camp near a clump of withered pinyon trees. The cold desert wind came down upon us with the sudden darkness. Even the Mormons, who were finding the trail for us across the drifting sands, forgot to sing and pray at sundown. We huddled round the campfire, a tired and silent little group. When out of the lonely, melancholy night some wandering Navajos stole like shadows to our fire, we hailed their advent with delight. They were good-natured Indians, willing to barter a blanket or bracelet; and one of them, a tall, gaunt fellow, with the bearing of a chief, could speak a little English."How," said he, in a deep chest voice."Hello, Noddlecoddy," greeted Jim Emmett, the Mormon guide."Ugh!" answered the Indian."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...

"Hezd rope the devil and tie him down...if the lasso didn't burn," it was said of "Buffalo Jones," one of the last of the famous plainsmen who trod the trails of the Old West. Killing was repulsive to him and the passion of his life was to capture wild beasts alive. When he saw that the extinction of the buffalo was inevitable, he labored for ten years pursuing, capturing and taming the noble beasts, for which the West gave him fame and the name Preserver of the American Bison. In this thrilling story of a hunting trip with Jones, Zane Grey speaks firsthand of the great man's courage and prowess; how he roped the ferocious cougar and took it, clawing and spitting, back to camp; how he nearly captured White King, the glorious leader of a herd of wild mustangs; and how the whole party made camp under the aurora borealis and hunted polar wolves. "I want to show the color and beauty of those painted cliffs and the long, brown-matted bluebell-dotted aisles in the grand forests; I want to give a suggestion of the tang of the dry, cool air; and particularly, I want to throw a little light upon the life and nature of that strange character and remarkable man, Buffalo Jones."--Zane Grey