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my third shot, at some distance, broke the shoulder of 

 the huge beast, proving the strength of the shooting of 

 Prince's carbine, and brought him at once to bay. We 

 drew up at a respectful distance, as victory was sure ; 

 the monster lame as he was being ever ready to charge, 

 when, drawing a little closer, Taymouth being quieted 

 by the length of the chase and his own exertions, I 

 opened my left side for the facility of a shot, and hit the 

 buffalo close behind and a little above the elbow, when 

 he swayed from side to side for a moment, and then fell 

 dead." 



As hunting the bison is an extinct sport, for the very 

 good reason that the bison itself has been practically 

 exterminated, I shall make no apology for giving one 

 more extract illustrative of Grantley Berkeley's exploits 

 among the " buffalo." In this case he was stalking the 

 game on foot : 



" The next time we paused for rest and a view of the 

 game, we found ourselves close upon the bull, certainly 

 within forty yards of the great and gently moving mass 

 of hair, which, when the head was lowered, looked in 

 shape like a gigantic beehive. Still and still the bull 

 came stem on, as a sailor would say, and still he offered 

 to our rifles nothing but, as it were, woolsacks of hair, 

 or the top of his shoulders and his hump. Bayard 

 insisted that it would be useless to shoot at his forehead, 

 for that the hair there was in such a matted and a tangled 

 mass as to be ball-proof against any rifle that ever was 

 made. We were thus obliged to lie flat on our faces, 

 and flat as we could lie, from our chins we now saw the 

 top of the hump, looming more largely into view as the 



