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her basketful is on the line, the first are ready to 
come in. Hurrah for the buffalo! Just keep 
in motion, and in half an hour you won’t know 
you’ve ever seen a drop of water ! ” 
“ Bridget and the buffalo be — ” 
No one heard the last of that sentence ; but as 
the General was a lawyer and an ex-Congress- 
man, it is to be presumed it closed with an ap- 
propriate ending. 
The party was in full gallop for the herd, 
which, though it had looked so near, was fully 
four miles away. 
As they approached it, an Indian was seen 
pursuing a fine young cow he had separated from 
the rest. Like other animals when pursued by 
creatures of greater speed, it was dodging and 
doubling, in fierce desperation ; but, so well was 
the savage’s pony trained, it seemed instinct with 
his will, and, without being touched by his hands, 
which were busy sending arrows into the beast, 
at every turn it veered and tacked, duplicating 
every movement the buffalo made. 
How long it took to kill the brute was a prob- 
lem they did not stop to solve. The immense 
herd — there must have been thousands in it — was 
moving toward them at a rapid pace. To get in 
their pathway was to be trodden to death ; for, 
when travelling in such numbers, they are ortho- 
dox, and believe man to be only “ a worm of the 
