74 BUFFAXO LAND. 



the Bame purpose thai his enemy, man, does a wheel 

 barrow. Packing them with dirt, the little fellow 

 trudges gayly to the surface, and there cleverly 

 dumps his load. 



Wo reached town again, well pleased with our 

 day's ride, and over our evening pipes discussed the 

 results. Muggs thought our shot were too small. 

 Sachem thought the birds were. 



Colon was delighted with the new State, but be- 

 lieved that w r ing-shooting was not his forte. He 

 would be more apt to hit a bird on the wing if he 

 could only catch it roosting somewhere. 



Gripe, at the other end of the room, was piling Re- 

 publican doctrines upon a bearded Democratic heathen 

 from the Western border. 



