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more hurt than myself. My gun was filled with snow of 

 course, but otherwise uninjured. I certainly was in luck 

 that day, for the guard of the horses at the fort joined 

 me soon afterwards ; he had seen the buffalo, running, 

 and came to my assistance to secure and pack the meat, 

 so that I was enabled to get home and put my gallant 

 little gray quietly into his stable again. 



" You came off lucky in that throw," said Joe. 

 " 'Twartn't much. If you hunt the buffalo you must ex- 

 pect many a tumble, and you can bless yourself if you 

 keep your neck straight. Old Bill Muggin that once 

 hunted hereaway, was tumbled on his head, and he never 

 troubled himself to get up again, no way. But have you 

 done any thing in the mountains, Mister ? there's hunt- 

 ing for a genuine sportsman Running after the big horn 

 cimaron and the grizzlies that's sport. 



" I can boast of having hunted successfully among the 

 mountains," replied Mr. Palliser. "And I have seen 

 that famous monster the grizzly bear. I was hunting 

 far away up the Missouri, in company with a Frenchman, 

 named Boucharville, a lively comrade and a successful 

 hunter. One morning we left our camp for a hunt among 

 the mountains. 



" Pursuing a westerly direction on leaving the camp, 

 we made for a more rocky part of the range where the 

 frowning, overhanging cliffs gave a promise of big horn 



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