CHARGED BY A HERD OF BUFFALO 179 



I could hardly sleep nights until I had that plate 

 developed. I planned how I was going to bring 

 that home and show it to my Camp Fire Club com- 

 panions, but I never have shown them the picture 

 and the reason is that my eye magnified more than 

 the lens of the camera. When I made a print 

 from the negative there was a line of sky and a 

 line of prairie and it took a magnifying glass to 

 discover that the little fly-speck on the paper was 

 the charging buffalo. This was all very annoying, 

 but I have since thought it over and feel convinced 

 that had I waited until the buffalo appeared as a 

 large object on the negative, the plate might never 

 have been developed. Mr. L. S. Huffman of Mile 

 City, who was with me when I visited the Flathead 

 Reservation, was 



AN OLD BUFFALO HUNTER 



and plainsman as well as a pioneer photog- 

 rapher of big game animals. Mr. Huffman did 

 succeed in getting one very good view of the herd 

 and I secured some hasty drawings. 



ONE-HORNED IKE, THE MAN HATER. 



Every once in awhile the owners of this herd 

 of buffalo were accustomed to sell to showmen or 

 ranchmen a few of the animals. They sold them 

 in this way: The purchaser would ride out to 

 Horse Plains and meet the owners, together they 

 would trot down to where the bison were grazing, 



