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along, and more than rivalling the beauty, of the eques- 
trians portrayed upon the Elgin marbles. 
Then there may be seen dashing off with incredible 
swiftness, a living representation of the centaur ;—and 
as one of these wild horses and wilder men, viewed from 
below, stand in broad relief against the clear sky, you 
see an equestrian statue that art has never equalled. 
The exultation of such a warrior, in the excitement 
of a buffalo hunt, rings in silvery tones across the plain, 
as if in his lungs was the music of a “ well-chosen 
pack ;” the huge victims of pursuit, as they hear it, im- 
pel onwards with redoubled speed,—they feel that a 
hurricane of death is in the cry. 
Take a hunting-party of fifty “warriors,” starting on 
a buffalo hunt. Imagine a splendid fall morning in the 
southern part of the buffalo “ grounds.” 
The sun rises over the prairie, like a huge illumi- 
nated ball; it struggles on through the mists, growing 
gradually brighter in its ascent, breaking its way into 
the clear atmosphere in long-reaching rays, dispelling 
the mists in wreathing columns, and starting up cur- 
rents of air to move them sportively about; slowly they 
ascend and are lost in the ether above. 
You discover before you, and under you, a rich and 
beautifully variegated carpet, enamelled by a thousand 
flowers, glistening with the pearly drops of dew, as the 
horizontal rays of the sun reach them. 
Here and there are plants of higher growth, as if 
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