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when the whole herd halted within twenty feet of 

 us, bellowing and pawing up clouds of dust, the 

 bison seeing that we did not move either for a re- 

 treat or for a belligerent purpose, pawed dust a 

 few moments, but made no further attempt to at- 

 tack us. What they said, however, we understood 

 as well as if they had used the English, "If you 

 want to take a fall out of us, come down and fight !" 

 We being of Quaker ancestors were content to take 

 shots at them with our cameras from our perch on 

 the wagon, and in a few moments they slowly 

 moved away. 



Three times our squaw-man drove up towards 

 the herd and three times the herd went through 

 the same evolutions. 



There was not a house in sight, the prairie end- 

 ing on one side at the foot of the snow-peaked 

 Mission Ridge, and beyond, the invisible canyon 

 of the Pen d'Oreille in distant blue mountains on 

 the other side, while to the right and to the left 

 the prairie rolled up against the horizon. In the 

 distance were bunches of cattle and horses almost 

 as wild as the buffalo. 



It was always my ambition to 



PHOTOGRAPH A CHARGING BUFFALO 



and to do this it was necessary to have plenty of 

 room, for while buffalo can, and often do charge 

 in zoological gardens, they never get under full 

 headway r the distance being too short. When we 

 were opposite Saddle Butte our squaw-man pulled 



