drive either to the "West Pass" Gate or the ''Brighton 

 Gate. Automobile parties can easily arrange with the 

 liver^' stables at Newport or Claremont, N. H., or at 

 Windsor, Vt., to be met with carriages at any one of 

 the three gates mentioned, where they can leave their 

 cars while they drive over the Park. Of course, the 

 preserve is a very large one, and there is always a pos- 

 sibiUty that visitors will not see the buffalo herd; it can 

 only be said that they are likely to see it. They are 

 also likely to see white-tailed deer, German and Rus- 

 sian wild boar, and possibly elk, and even if they see 

 none of these things they cannot fail to enjoy the views 

 of the wonderful country in which these creatures make 

 their homes. 



But if they do see the buffalo herd they will see a 

 sight that they will never forget. Perhaps they will 

 come upon it suddenly, in the shade of an ancient orchard, 

 the mighty, bearded bulls rubbing their priceless heads 

 against the trunks of the gnarled apple trees, the cows 

 lying down perhaps, calm but very alert, slowly chewing 

 the cud, while the wide-eyed, tawny calves gaze inquir- 

 ingly at the intruder from beneath their watchful mothers' 

 hairy throats. 



Or perhaps there will W-^ **come'^ to the visitor, 

 a sound as of distant thunder, and presently he will see 

 a cloud of dust rise and come pouring over the ridge 

 of some treeless hill. Then from that cloud of dust he 

 will see the Corbin buffalo herd, a hundred strong, 

 tear, a living avalanche, down that steep hillside, bulls 

 and cows in headlong flight, while the nimble calves, 

 bearing charmed lives it would seem, bravely hold their 

 own, weaving red streaks in the background of liver 

 brown. At the bottom of the hill a stream may lie in 

 their way; but it takes a big stream to stop animals 

 that can swim the Missouri in flood time. Through 

 it they go in a shower of rainbows, race across a wide 

 stretch of open ground like thoroughbreds in the home- 

 stretch, and with a crash like the falling of big timber 

 the spruce forest swallows them, and the visitor stands 

 watching the still-moving boughs with a feeling that he 



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