American Big-Game Hunting 



justly celebrated. The wind blew with a vio- 

 lence such as I had never before experienced, 

 the air was filled with drifting snow, and the 

 temperature was in the neighborhood of zero. 



About the break of dawn I was awakened 

 by my servant, who said to me : ** Lieutenant, 

 the wind blew your back gate open last 

 night, and a buffalo has come in and taken 

 refuge under the shelter of the fence." 



It was only necessary for me to raise 

 myself in bed and look out of the window, 

 which was at its foot, to verify this fact. I 

 directed that my gun and a few cartridges 

 should be brought me, and while my servant 

 held up the window, I, still lying in bed, gave 

 this solitary old bull a broadside at fifty yards 

 range. At the salutation, he started out 

 through the gate, and before I could reload, 

 was out of sight behind the fence, so I rolled 

 over to resume my morning's nap. 



Two or three hours later, word was brought 

 me that I had killed the buffalo, and that his 

 body was lying about two hundred yards 

 back on the plain. I went out to him and 

 took his tongue as my reward. Investigation 

 showed that I had shot him through the 



