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BIG GAME OF NORTH AMERICA. 



dom, we took the hams of the young bull and drove on. 

 Tlie number of hunters who have made a successful 

 Buffalo-chase with a two-horse wagon is probably very 

 small. 



A mile farther on, we saw, at some distance in front of 

 us, four large bulls, two of which were lying down, and the 

 others standing — all, as it afterward j^roved, fast asleep) in 

 the warm sunshine. Although we had no intention of 

 running them, still, as they were directly in our course, 

 naturally enough we were anxious for a shot. 



As we slowly approached, driving at a gentle walk over 

 the smooth ground carpeted with Buffalo-grass, we saw 

 that they were asleejp, and actually drove within twenty- 

 five yards before the one standing nearest us, hearing a 

 slight noise, opened his little, pig-like eyes, and from under 

 his heavy curtain of black hair for an instant stared 

 stupidly at the strange apparition. The glance of indiffer- 

 ence quickly changing to one of wonderment, and his 

 abject terror, were i^ositively ludicrous. Away they went. 

 Two balls failed to check the sj^eed of the fattest, and they 

 disaiDiDeared beyond a rise of ground half a mile away. 

 Plenty of meat in camp that night caused general rejoicing, 

 and from that time all were kej)t busy. 



I found E a delightful comrade, a true hunter, a 



good shot, and fully able and willing to do his part. The 

 night of July 3d, lie and I bivouacked on the range, about 

 five miles from camp, in order to be near Buffaloes early in 

 the morning, and were awakened on the morning of the 

 ever-memorable Fourth by the howling of Wolves. 



Seventeen head of Buffaloes were killed in the course of 



our ten days' hunt (not counting crij)ples), of which Y 



killed two, E five, and ten fell to my Gallagher. The 



hot weather was the worst drawback to an otherwise pleas- 

 ant trip; but a goodly quantity of dried meat was loaded 

 in the wagons when we left the range. 



AVhen the loaded wagons were at last turned in the direc- 

 tion of civilization; when we had recrossed the sandy bed 



