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river, and at this point one of the party espied a 
small herd of bisons at a considerable distance 
off. . Mr. Culbertson, after searching for them 
with the telescope, handed it to us and showed 
us where they were. They were all lying down 
and appeared perfectly unconscious of the exist- 
ence of our party. Our vehicles and horses 
were now turned towards them and we travelled 
cautivusly to within about a quarter of a mile of 
the herd, covered by a high ridge of land which 
concealed us from their view. The wind was 
favourable, (blowing towards us,) and now the 
hunters threw aside their coats, tied handker- 
chiefs around their heads, looked to their guns, 
mounted their steeds, and moved slowly and 
cautiously towards the game. The rest of the 
party crawled carefully to the top of the ridge to 
see the chase. At the word of command, given 
by Mr. Culbertson, the hunters dashed forward 
after the bulls, which already began to run off in 
a line nearly parallel with the ridge we were 
upon. The swift horses, urged on by their eazer 
riders and their own impetuosity, soon began to 
overtake the affrighted animals; two of them 
separated from the others and were pursued by 
Mr. Culbertson and Mr. Bell; presently the 
former fired, and we could see that he had 
wounded one of the bulls. It stopped after 
going a little way, and stood with its head hang- 
