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Frank, until lie looked as if lie had been at work in 

 a slaughter-house. The scribe ran back, killed the 

 cow, and drew his friend from his sanguinary 

 retreat. 



The guide then repaired his gun, and mounting 

 their horses they pursued the wounded bull. They 

 soon found him at bay, and riding up close to him, 

 commenced firing at him with their revolvers. 

 Quick as a flash of lightning he made a frightful 

 charge at the journalist, who, taken by surprise, was 

 unable to avoid the rush. Both horse and rider 

 were dashed to the earth. The horse was so badly 

 injured as to be unable to rise, and as the burly 

 antagonist made another rush at him, the man was 

 enabled to seek safety in flight, and before the bull 

 again turned his attention to the fugitive, the rapid 

 and well-directed fire of the scout had brought the 

 shaggy beast to the earth. 



The horse was fatally injured and had to be shot, 

 so our friends, with one horse between them, took 

 turns riding and walking to camp. 



This day's killing by the party was large, and 

 supplied all their wants as to meat, skins, and sport. 

 The next few days were devoted to jerking meat, 

 dressing and drying skins, and preparing for the 

 return journey, and in ten days from the date of 

 their arrival on the hunting ground, the teams were 

 all loaded up, camp was broken, and the homeward 

 march was begun, which progressed uneventfully 

 from day to day, and was made in safety in about 

 the same time occupied in going out. 



Twice during the hunt the party were alarmed by 

 the discovery of Indians lurking about their camp > 



