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black, while in the mule deer, the species we killed, it is* 

 nearly all white, having but a few black hairs on the tip. 

 The mule deer is so called from the large size of its ears and 

 their resemblance to those of the mule, while in the black-tail 

 deer the ears are nearly identical in size and shape with those 

 of the Virginia or red deer. 



We arrived at the head of Beaver creek (the scene of our 

 first night's camp on the outward march) at seven o'clock in 

 the evening, and were gratified to see a large herd of buffaloes 

 grazing in a valley only about two miles away. It was too 

 late to go after them then, but we felt sure they would be 

 there in the morning, and so they were. 



After a sound night's sleep we were up at daylight and 

 again on the war-path. The herd had moved but a short 

 distance from where we saw them the night* before. We had 

 ridden but a few miles when we again saw them lying down. 

 They were sleeping later than usual, probably owing to the 

 inclement weather. The cold rain of the previous day con- 

 tinued to fall at intervals and the buffaloes dislike to move 

 about much in such weather. We found it very difficult to get 

 to leeward of this herd, owing to the formation of the ground. 

 While attempting to do so they winded us and stampeded up a 

 valley before we got a shot at them. We knew they would 

 not go far, so we followed them. When we reached the top 

 of a high ridge we saw several smaller herds in different 

 directions. Here Mr. Van Vleck kindly offered me his little 

 bronco pony to ride for the purpose of taking a run after 

 them. He had made me the same offer several times before, 

 but I had declined it. This, however, was to be the last day 

 of the hunt, and I now gladly accepted. I mounted and Mr. 

 Fogarty and I started for eight old bulls that we saw a mile 

 or two to the south. We rode up a valley running parallel to 



