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mercury in our sheltered canon sinking to —16 degrees. We had hoped 

 to kill at least five more buffaloes by the time Private West should ar- 

 rive with the wagons; but when at the end of a week the storm had 

 spent itself, the snow was so deep that hunting was totally impossible 

 save in the vicinity of camp, where there was nothing to kill. We 

 expected the wagons by the 3d of December, but they did not come 

 that day nor within the next three. By the 6th the snow had melted 

 off sufficiently that a buffalo hunt was once more possible, and Mr. 

 McNaney and I decided to make a final trip to the Buffalo Buttes. 

 The state of the ground made it impossible for us to go there and return 

 the same day, so we took a pack-horse and arranged to camp out. 



When a little over half-way to our old rendezvous we came* upon 

 three buffaloes in the bad grounds, one of which was an enormous old 

 bull, the next largest was an adult cow, and the third a two-year-old 

 heifer. Mr. McNaney promptly knocked down the old cow, while I 

 devoted my attention to the bull; but she presently got up and made 

 off unnoticed at the precise moment Mr. McNaney was absorbed in 

 watching my efforts to bring down the old bull. After a short chase 

 my horse carried me alongside my buffalo, and as he turned toward me 

 I gave him a shot through the shoulder, breaking the fore leg and bring- 

 ing him promptly to the ground. I then turned immediately to pursue 

 the young" cow, but by that time she had got on the farther side of a 

 deep gully which was filled with snow, and by the time I got my horse 

 safely across she had distanced me. I then rode back to the old bull. 

 When he saw me coming he got upon his feet and ran a short distance, 

 but was easily overtaken. He then stood at bay, and halting within 

 30 yards of him I enjoyed the rare opportunity of studying a live bull 

 buffalo of the largest size on foot on his native heath. I even made an 

 outline sketch of him in my note-book. Having studied his form and 

 outlines as much as was really necessary, I gave him a final shot through 

 the lungs, which soon ended his career. 



This was a truly magnificent specimen in every respect. He was a 

 " stub-horn" bull, about eleven years old, much larger every way than 

 any of the others we collected. His height at the shoulder was 5 feet 

 8 inches perpendicular, or 2 inches more than the next largest of our 

 collection. His hair was in remarkably fine condition, being long, fine, 

 thick, and well colored. The hair in his frontlet is 16 inches in length, 

 and the thick coat of shaggy, straw-colored tufts which covered his 

 neck and shoulders measured 4 inches. His girth behind the fore leg 

 was 8 feet 4 inches, and his weight was estimated at 1,600 pounds. 



I was delighted with our remarkably good fortune in securing such a 

 prize, for, owing to the rapidity with which the large buffaloes are being 

 found and killed off these days, I had not hoped to capture a really old 

 individual. Nearly every adult bull we took carried old bullets in his 

 body, and from this one we took four of various sizes that had been fired 



