SCENES IN BUFFALO HUNTING. 
Tur morning following the adventure with the steak, 
found our little party rifles in hand, and bent upon a 
buffalo hunt. The animals, it would seem, for the es- 
pecial benefit of “‘ Breeches” and “ Bags,” had come 
“lower down”’ than usual, and we were among the buf- 
falo much sooner than we expected to be. 
So far, fortune favored us; and a gayer party never 
set out on a frolic, than followed the deer-skin inexpres- 
sibles on the fine December morning to which we have 
alluded. 
As we jaunted along, crushing a thousand wild 
flowers under our horses’ feet, the deer would bound 
like visions of grace and beauty from our presence ; but 
we essayed not such small game. Our ideas and nos- 
trils, expanded by the associations around us; we grew 
merry at the thought of killing bucks, turkeys, and other 
helpless, little game, and laughed so loudly, at the con- 
