190 BUFFALOES AGAIN. 



" He gev the account o' the place so plain that Jack 

 wur right down sure o' findin' it 'ithout any trouble. 

 0' coorse he tell'd me about it at oncest, and so we jest 

 concluded to slope airly the next morning, afore any o' 

 the boyees 'ud be about an' askin' us awkard questions. 

 We kep' the bank o' the Brazos fur days an' days till 

 we kem to the Saline, which we skirted, an' held on by 

 the Tosohuanuevo, as them ugly Greazers calls it. 



" Wai, at the head-waters o' this we wur in a range 

 o' the Guadaloupe mountains; an' a fine location I 

 reckin that wur fur game. One day we kem on a 

 nice valley wi' high grass a'most over the hull o' it, 

 an' a few clumps o' bushes an' trees scattered about 

 every which way through it. In the middle o' this 

 valley we noticed a gang o' buffler, an' o' coorse we 

 pulled up an' agreed to run 'em. 



" The wind wur right enuff, an' so, takin' kear to be 

 out o' sight o' the critturs, we dodged torst 'em, an' 

 arter a while, wi' the help o' the timber, we got 'ithin a 

 kupple o' hunder yards o' the drove. 



" At a word we clapped in our spurs, an' med at 'em 

 as hard as we cud tear. The beasts didn't smell what 

 wur up till we got 'ithin fifty yards; an' then they 

 wheeled round an' put out in airnest. We laid in our 

 quirts an' spurs, an' you had better bleeve that the 

 way we got over the ground wur a caution. While 

 splittin' along this-a-way, o' coorse we never kep' eye 

 on anything 'cept the bufflers. I reckin 'twud 'a been 

 better fur us ef we had taken a squint around us now 



