` What does `` Octoo '' mean ? ' asked Rob . ` Lightning ; she deserves it , as you 'll see . Black Hawk gave her to me for my rifle , and we 've had high times together out yonder . She 's saved my life more than once . Do you see that scar ? ' Dan pointed to a small one , half hidden by the long mane ; and standing with his arm about Octoo 's neck , he told the story of it . ` Black Hawk and I were after buffalo one time , but did n't find 'em as soon as we expected ; so our food gave out , and there we were a hundred miles from Red Deer River , where our camp was . I thought we were done for , but my brave pal says : `` Now I 'll show you how we can live till we find the herds . '' We were unsaddling for the night by a little pond ; there was n't a living creature in sight anywhere , not even a bird , and we could see for miles over the prairies . What do you think we did ? ' And Dan looked into the faces round him . ` Ate worms like the Australian fellows , ' said Rob . ` Boiled grass or leaves , ' added Mrs Jo . ` Perhaps filled the stomach with clay , as we read of savages doing ? ' suggested Mr Bhaer . ` Killed one of the horses , ' cried Ted , eager for bloodshed of some sort . ` No ; but we bled one of them . See , just here ; filled a tin cup , put some wild sage leaves in it , with water , and heated it over a fire of sticks . It was good , and we slept well . ' '
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