THE BUFFALO HUNT 



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crawled forward and saw, not one, but half a dozen 

 Buffalo. "I must be nearer," I said, and, lying flat on 

 my breast, crawled, toes and elbows, up to a bush 

 within 75 yards, where I made shot No. 1, and saw 

 here that there were 8 or 9 Buffalo, one an immense 

 bull. 



Sousi now cocked his rifle I said emphatically: 

 "Stop! you must not fire." "No?" he said in aston- 



Tracks of Buffalo 



ished tones that were full of story and comment. 

 "What did we come for?" Now I saw that by back- 

 ing out and crawling to another bunch of herbage I 

 could get within 50 yards. 



"It is not possible," he gasped. 



"Watch me and see," I replied. Gathering all the 

 near vines and twisting them around my neck, I cov- 

 ered my head with leaves and creeping plants, then 

 proceeded to show that it was possible, while Sousi 

 followed. I reached the cover and found it was a bed 



