ALONG FOUR-FOOTED TRAILS 



animals munching hay but still hooked to what 

 was left of the sleigh. When Governor saw 

 the driver he turned showing only the whites of 

 his eyes as he shook his head and bellowed. 

 His bellow seemed to say " On another straw- 

 ride select a proper steed ! " 



During the three years that passed since the 

 buffalo calves came to live as our pets the little 

 herd on the prairie had not fared so well. They 

 nearly all had been killed by stray Indians or 

 strange robe-hunters. The only one left was 

 an old bull who could be seen any warm day 

 during the summer making his way to the buffalo 

 wallow at the head of "Devil's Gap." It was 

 pitiful to see him, lame, his head lowered, and 

 stumbling along in defenceless solitude. Once 

 one of the proud protectors of a large noble herd 

 he had lived to see them all perish, even his last 

 little band that he had so often led to the wallow 

 that he had made for his and their comfort. Now, 

 shorn of all his glory, he was left as the only 

 monument in that region of one of the grandest 

 sights of the plains and one never to be for- 

 gotten, a great herd of noble buffaloes. When 

 winter approached and food became scarce the 

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