CHARLES L. YOUNGBLOOD. 33 



coal on the grate. We managed to get along 

 without getting frozen, and after the snow 

 went off we resumed our hunting. 



The two men who were with me were no 

 hunters, and 1 had them employed to help me 

 take care of the buffaloes after they were 

 killed. One day when we were out I had 

 killed several very close together, and while 

 w^e were skinning them, we saw, about 'a mile 

 away, a big buffalo coming nearly toward us, 

 and Louis Allred said to me, '^CharHe, let me 

 shoot that one." "AH right," I rephed, "there 

 is the gun." "I just want to kill one," said 

 he, "to be able to say that I killed a buffalo." 

 I handed him the gun and the cartridge 

 belt, and he stalked off like an old soldier. 

 The buffalo was lost and was running as hard 

 as it could, looking for company, right toward 

 him. By the time he was two hundred yards 

 from us, the buffalo was pretty close to him 

 and still coming, and looking pretty scary. 

 He brought down the gun as if he were going 

 to shoot, but as the buffalo kept coming he 

 concluded to get out of the way, and started 

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