130 SHARP (?) SHOOTING. 
Oh, that does not prove anything. One of the 
judges of award, when those worthies were in- 
specting Mrs. Maxwell’s collection at the Cen- 
tennial, said his daughter, while on a trip across 
this continent, shot two buffalo. I know a young 
lady, a fashionable Eastern city belle, who fired 
a pistol at a stone post and hit it. I myself once 
pulled the trigger of a gun that was aimed at a 
barn-door and hit it ! I really did ! Now, it is 
quite certain a buffalo is larger than a post. 
There is more to a full-grown one than there is 
to a barn-door ; and if those women were out on 
the plains, and if the buffalo were as thick as they 
sometimes are, it wouldn’t have taken any more 
skill to have hit one of them than it did to hit 
the barn-door ! 
Now, with your permission, I will finish my 
story about Mrs. Maxwell’s buffalo-hunt. 
The party did not see any sport in firing hap- 
hazard into the herd ; the probabilities were too 
great of simply wounding one they would have 
no opportunity of finally killing; even buffalo 
have “rights, white people” should be “ bound to 
respect.” The herd were going south. They 
used to migrate like birds before their pastures 
were invaded by railroads and civilization. When 
they were not disturbed, they marched one behind 
another in a very sedate manner, forming a num- 
ber of nearly parallel trails, fording streams at 
