The Last of the Buffalo 



times selected my game, but the individ- 

 uals of the band changed positions so con- 

 stantly that I could not keep track of them. 

 Now, however, I picked out a fat two- 

 year-old bull ; but as I drew up to him he 

 ran faster than before, and rapidly made 

 his way toward the head of the band. I 

 was resolved that he should not escape; and 

 so, though still fifteen or twenty yards in 

 the rear, I fired. At the shot he fell heels 

 over head directly across a cow, which 

 was running by his side and a little behind 

 him. I saw her turn a somersault, and al- 

 most at the same instant heard Charley 

 shoot twice in quick succession, and saw 

 two buffalo fall. I fired at a fat young 

 cow, that I had pushed my pony up close 

 to. At the shot she whirled, my horse 

 did the same, and she chased me as hard 

 as she could go for seventy-five yards, while 

 I did some exceedingly vigorous spurring, 

 for she was close behind me all the time. 

 To do my horse justice, I think that he 

 would have run as fast as he could, even 

 without the spurs, for he appreciated the 

 situation. At no time was there any im- 

 mediate danger that the cow would over- 

 overtake us ; if there had been, I should 

 have dodged her. Presently the cow 

 stopped, and stood there very sick. When 



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