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reach of the infuriated animal. As soon as the bull stopped I 

 wheeled again, rode up to him on the other side, and taking 

 deliberate aim at the region of his lungs, fired again. He 

 turned and came at me again, but little Bronco still kept 

 out of his reach. Another ball went crashing through his 

 ribs, and again he charged me with the same result. I then 

 gave him the last charge I had in my revolver, and still he 

 kept his feet, but was too weak from loss of blood to again 

 attack me. He now stood with his head down, looking 

 moodily and sullenly at me, turning as I rode round him, so 

 as to face me all the time. Finally I unslung my rifle from 

 the saddle, and slipping in an explosive ball, fired it into him 

 and brought him down. 



When I first attacked the herd and brought this bull out 

 of it several of those in rear of him became demoralized and 

 left, too. They turned and fled in different directions, and 

 Mr. Fogarty and other members of the party coming up, 

 killed three of them, which with the three killed from the 

 first firing, made six in all that we got out of this herd. 



We cut these up, took the best of the meat, and again 

 moved rapidly toward Major Bell's camp, where we arrived 

 at seven o'clock in the evening. 



And thus ends the story of my first buffalo hunt. It 

 was a most pleasant and successful one in every respect, 

 barring the weather of the last two days. We killed in all 

 sixty-four buffaloes, seven antelopes and two mule deer, 

 besides a goodly quantity of small game. 



Some of my readers may accuse us of slaughtering an 

 undue number of buffaloes, but when I remind them that we 

 saved nearly all the meat, and took it into camp, where the 

 troops made good use of it ; that there were nearly twenty 

 men in our party, making the number killed average but 

 little more than three to each man, and that we had ample 



