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of us, as some actually gave us chances to approach them 

 within a hundred yards, looking steadfastly, as if not caring 

 a bit for us. At last we saw one lying down immediately 

 in our road, and determined to give him a chance for his 

 life. Mr. C. had a white horse, a runaway, in which he 

 placed a good deal of confidence ; he mounted it, and we 

 looked after him. The bull did not start till Mr. C. was 

 within a hundred yards, and then at a gentle and slow 

 gallop. The horse galloped too, but only at the same 

 rate. Mr. C. thrashed him until his hands were sore, for 

 he had no whip, the bull went off without even a shot 

 being fired, and the horse is now looked upon as forever 

 disgraced. About two miles farther another bull was ob- 

 served lying down in our way, and it was concluded to 

 run him with the white horse, accompanied, however, by 

 Harris. The chase took place, and the bull was killed by 

 Harris, but the white horse is now scorned by every one. 

 A few pieces of meat, the tongue, tail, and head, were all 

 that was taken from this very large bull. We soon saw 

 that the weather was becoming cloudy, and we were 

 anxious to reach a camping-place; but we continued to 

 cross ranges of hills, and hoped to see a large herd of 

 Buffaloes. The weather was hot " out of mind," and we 

 continued till, reaching a fine hill, we saw in a beautiful 

 valley below us seventy to eighty head, feeding peacefully 

 in groups and singly, as might happen. The bulls were 

 mixed in with the cows, and we saw one or two calves. 

 Many bulls were at various distances from the main group, 

 but as we advanced towards them they galloped off and 

 joined the others. When the chase began it was curious 

 to see how much swifter the cows were than the bulls, and 

 how soon they divided themselves into parties of seven or 

 eight, exerting themselves to escape from their murderous 

 pursuers. All in vain, however; off went the guns and 

 down went the cows, or stood bleeding through the nose, 

 mouth, or bullet holes. Mr. C. killed three, and Harris 



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