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^ Run at them, then,' shouted Harris : ^ dash at the 

 lower side of the mob, and do all a'ou can to start 

 them homewards.' 



' Forward, lads ! ' shouted the Colonel, perhaps 

 fancying for the moment that he was charging a body 

 of Mexican cavalry. 



Off we charged down the slope at full speed, and 

 had covered nearly half-a-mile of ground before we 

 wTre perceived by the animals ; but as soon as it 

 was evident that they had discovered us, we dashed 

 risht at them, each man endeavourino' to ride out 

 his particular beast. 



To those who have only read of bison hunting, it 

 may perhaps appear no very difficult task to separate 

 a particular animal from the herd. But when the 

 tiro comes to put his well-read theory into practice 

 it will not appear so easy, as the animals invariably 

 seek for safety in company. It is almost impossible 

 to turn a single buffalo, except by inciting him to an 

 angry charge, while it is altogether out of the question 

 to make a herd change its course. Attempts to 

 frighten the whole herd by any combination of yells 

 and screams are useless, for the thunder of their 

 hoofs, as they gallop over the turf, drowns all lesser 

 noises. A ' riiotte,^ or a fire, alone can make them 

 deviate from their course. 



With tails raised high in the air, the buffaloes run 

 close together, their horns rattling against each other, 



