CHAPTER XV. 



AMEEICAN BISON EXCITING SPOET A BUFFALO'S SOMERSAULT 



A TEOPHT FOE BEACON LODGE PEOPOETIONS AND STEENGTH OF 



THE BISON PEOXIMITY OF TWO WOLYES GOING THE EOUNDS 



AMEEICAN INDEPENDENCE ACCIDENT TO ME BATAED ME CANTE- 



EALL'S EXPLOITS A BUFFALO IN MINIATUEE SPEED OF BUFFA 

 LOES ETIQUETTE AMONG HUNTEES TEMPESTUOUS NIGHT THE 



AMEEICAN EED, OB WAPITI, DEEE TALES OF THE PEAIEIE DOG. 



IT was about noon, when Mr Bayard made that im- 

 possible-to-be-misunderstood signal with his hat, as 

 recounted in the foregoing chapter ; so, while my horse 

 was being brought up, and my spurs buckled on, I knew 

 that (for the first time in my life) I was about to have a 

 run at the giant game ! Oblivious, then, to every un 

 pleasant sensation that the fever had left, I mounted 

 Taymouth, Prince's breech-loading carbine in hand, and 

 joined Mr Bayard and Major Martin, and very soon set 

 my longing eyes on about thirty huge old bull bisons 

 grazing quietly at the distance of a mile. Beyond them, 

 again, there was a much more numerous herd. Prepared 

 as I had been to see a large animal, these bulls loomed 

 infinitely more magnificent than my fondest imagination 



