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not more than a half mile off*. We were then 

 as close as we dared drive. I usually crawl 

 on my hands and knees in the grass and get 

 as close to a herd as I wish, but this time the 

 ground was so cold and muddy that I did not 

 ieel like crawling, but just ran toward them 

 until they began to get alarmed, and then 

 began shooting. I had to fire at long range 

 and after several shots I finally broke the 

 shoulder of one, and he soon dropped out of the 

 herd, not being able to keep up. I waited 

 until the wagon came up and put the dogs on 

 the crippled one and let them kill him, and 

 we would camp here for the night. The crip- 

 pled buffalo made his way the best he could 

 after the herd, with the dogs laying him, until 

 he got on a rise in the ground, when the rest 

 of the herd, seeing the fight, turned and came 

 dashing back, and began to try to kill the dogs, 

 who, though laying at them all the time, kept 

 out of their way. They kept moving toward 

 us while they were fighting, and my New 

 York chaps began to get frightened and were 

 afraid they would come toward us, but I told 



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