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better than we had supposed they could, and 
were going well and under a pull. I felt that 
a touch of the spurs and a little riding would 
bring us up even with the leaders of the buf- 
falo. The pace had already proved too much 
for several bulls, which had turned off to one 
side and been passed by. As we flew across 
the flat, I saw far off a dark line and two 
white objects, which I knew must be our 
command. I called to my comrade, and, 
questioning by the sign, pointed at the buf- 
falo. He nodded, and in a moment we had 
given free rein to our horses and were up 
among the herd. During the ride I had two 
or three times selected my game, but the in- 
dividuals of the band changed positions so 
constantly that I could not keep track of 
them. Now, however, I picked out a fat two- 
year-old bull; but as I drew up to him he ran 
faster than before, and rapidly made his way 
toward the head of the band. I was resolved 
that he should not escape, and so, though I 
was still fifteen or twenty yards in the rear, 
fired. At the shot he fell heels over head 
directly across a cow which was running by 
his side and a little behind him. I saw her 
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