THE BUFFALO 



The herd broke away to the right, sweeping past 

 us at close range. My bull ran thirty yards with 

 them, then went down stone dead. When we ex- 

 amined him we found the hole made by B.'s Win- 

 chester bullet; so that quite unintentionally and by 

 accident I had fired at the same beast. This was 

 lucky. The trophy, by hunter's law, of course, be- 

 longed to B. 



Therefore F. and I alone followed on after the 

 herd. It was now coming on dusk. Within a hun- 

 dred yards we began to see scattered beasts. The 

 formation of the herd had broken. Some had gone 

 on in flight, while others in small scattered groups 

 would stop to stare back, and would then move 

 slowly on for a few paces before stopping again. 

 Among these I made out a bull facing us about a 

 hundred and twenty-five yards away, and managed 

 to stagger him, but could not bring him down. 



Now occurred an incident which I should hesitate to 

 relate were it not that both F. and myself saw it. We 

 have since talked it over, compared our recollections, 

 and found them to coincide in every particular. 



As we moved cautiously in pursuit of the slowly 

 retreating herd three cows broke back and came run- 

 ning down past us. We ducked aside and hid, of 

 course, but noticed that of the three two were very 

 young, while one was so old that she had become 



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