CHAPTER IX. 



W» SEE BUFFALO ARRIVAL AT HAYS GENERAL SHERIDAN AT THE FORT INDIAH 



MDRDER3— BLOOD-CHRISTENING OF THE PACIFIC RAILROAD — SURPRISED BY A 

 BUFFALO HERD — A BUFFALO BULL IN A QUANDARY — GENTLE ZEPHYRS — HOW 

 A CIRCUS WENT OFF — BOLOGNA TO LEAN ON A CALL UPON SHERIDAN. 



AS we passed out of the dog village, the engine 

 gave several short, sharp whistles, and number- 

 less heads were at once thrust out to ascertain the 

 cause. "Buffalo!" was the cry, and with this there 

 was a rush to the windows for a view of the noblest 

 of American game. Even sleepy elderly gentlemen 

 jostled rudely, and Sachem forgot his liver so far as to 

 crowd into a favorable position beside a young woman. 

 " There they go ! " " Oh, my, what monsters ! " 

 "What beards!" "What horns!" " Beats a steeple- 

 chase!" "Uncanny beasts, lookin' and gangin' like 

 Ifick!" "Sure, they're going home from a divil's 

 wake !" and similar ejaculations filled the car, as they 

 do a race-stand when the horses are off. Two huge 

 bulls had crossed just ahead of the engine, and one of 

 them, apparently deeming escape impossible, was 

 standing at bay close to the track, head down for a 

 charge. He was furious with terror, the hissing 

 steam and cow-catcher having been close at his heels 

 for a hundred yards. As we flew past he was imme- 

 diately under our windows, and we were obliged to 



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