I'SE GWINE TO DRAP YOU RIGHT HEAH ! " 



when the voice from the turtle appealingly 



asked, again, 



" Eiph, what are you going to do with 



me? " 



" Fse gwine to drap you right heah! " 

 The words were bellowed, rather than 



spoken, and the action was suited to the 

 word. 



He " drapped " the turtle, lit out through 

 the brush, in the direction of the village, 

 and the place which had known him for an 

 hour past, knew him no more. 



THE DOCTOR'S BUFFALO HUNT. 



CAPT. J. H. SANDS, U. S. A. 



Old Fort Hays, Kansas, in 1872 was con- 

 sidered a frontier post; and in truth it was, 

 for Indians were numerous, and mischiev- 

 ous, while the prairies abounded with herds 

 of buffalo and other game. 



It was during these times that many not- 

 ables from the Old Country, often a prince 

 or a duke, would come to America to hunt 

 buffalo. They would notify the war depart- 

 ment of their wish, and secure letters of in- 



troduction to the commanding officer at 

 Hays, who would see to it that they had 

 hunting to their hearts' content. They were 

 usually excellent gentlemen, but poor 

 equestrians, and many narrow escapes they 

 had — not always from Indians or enraged 

 buffalo bulls, but in falling from their horses 

 in mad gallops with those experienced 

 in the sport. On one occasion the Duke of 

 M — was placed astride a cavalry horse that 



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