BUFFALO HUNTING THIRTY-FIVE YEARS AGO 



or separate one from the others. This 

 clone, he followed the buffalo with an 

 ever watchful eye, regulating his speed 

 to that of the hunted animal, his every 

 endeavor being to draw up alongside 

 without unnecessarily frightening him. 

 When the quarry swerved in his course, 

 the horse, knowing - this to be a dan- 

 gerous moment, as the buffalo might 

 suddenly turn and charge him, would 

 change his direction and make a long 

 turn, keeping up his speed, however, 

 that he might not fall too far to the 

 rear. When the buffalo fell, the know- 

 ing horse kept up his speed, described 

 a circle and galloped back to the dead 

 or wounded buffalo. 



Great risks were run by timid riders 

 on green horses in buffalo hunts. Good 

 horsemen on "buffalo horses" made a 

 dashing, striking appearance as they 

 rode wildly over the plains in pursuit 

 of this magnificent animal. Revolvers 

 of large caliber were the weapons gen- 

 erally used in buffalo hunting. A shot 

 just behind the near shoulder, if ac- 

 curately placed, was surely fatal, as it 

 pierced the heart. Expert hunters 

 often used the rifle. 



The tongue and certain portions of 

 the hump were the choicest parts of 



By Dan Beard 

 WHERE SOME OF THE BUFFALO WENT 



Chief Pretty Bird, whose chief claim to glory comes 

 from the fact that he consumed 14 pounds of " 

 buffalo at one sitting. 



the buffalo, but almost every portion of 

 the carcass was utilized by the Indians. 

 The beef closely resembled ordinary 

 beef in taste and flavor, but was of a 

 coarser grain and that of old animals 

 was tougher and less palatable. 



TO A NIGHTINGALE 



By MARGUERITE JAUVR1U 



Heralder of the night whose soothing lay 



Wreathes earth in slumber, overtowering care 

 Soar far above the embers of the day, 

 Pour melodies o'er all ; silence to prayer 

 The watchers of the night. From darkened lair 

 Make starbeams brighten, and the echoes ring. 



Dart 'mid the clouds of gray that rise like ghosts 

 'Till dusk lights slowly to yon twilights' shade. 



As farewell then is spoken night's dim hosts 



Scatter as leaves by winds blown down a glade, 

 Rustle and sigh, waiting until they fade. 



Thus nightingale, bird of the gloaming, sing 



