()6 THE ADVENTURES OF 



I took my gun, and, going out, lay clown in 

 their course, and when they were close enough 

 I tired and killed one. The others gathered 

 around it and kept bellowing, and I kept tiring 

 until I got nine. We dressed them and again 

 started on, but only made about iiv-e miles 

 that day, and again stopped for the night, and 

 the next morning, when we got up we found 

 one of the horses dead. I sent my son in after 

 a team, and he succeeded in finding one of my 

 old partners who was glad to help me out of 

 a scrape, and he came right out and hauled 

 my meat- in for me, 



I bought another horse immediately and 

 was again after butialo, this time about forty 

 miles back on Cimarron Creek. We camped 

 the first night in the bed of a dry lake, and 

 slept in the wagon. In the morning when I 

 raised up I saw a herd of something about two 

 miles off, but could not tell whether they were 

 buffaloes or not, and asked my boy if he could 

 make them out. He began rubbing his eyes, 

 and, happening to turn his head in the opposite 

 direction, saw a herd of buffalo about a quarter 



