132 SHOT HER BUFFALO. 
secure him was hers in a moment. A shot, 
aimed a little below and just behind his shoulder, 
made the securing of steaks an easy matter. 
As in their haste the crackers were forgotten, 
and their return was delayed until moonlight, 
the demand for the article, even without salt, was 
good ! 
Any man could have done what she did there. 
I have seen many a one who had, and considered 
it almost honor enough for a lifetime, and told 
of it with no end of flourishes. Well, it don’t 
take much to satisfy some people. Now I’ll tell 
you of something of which she had reason to be 
proud. 
One day a child called her attention to what 
it supposed was a “ baby-owl.’' It sat winking 
and blinking after the manner of that family when 
out in the sunlight. The little fellow was a small, 
gray, fluffy individual, not much bigger than a 
lump of salt. He certainly was never guilty of 
robbing a hen-roost. A spring-chicken by June 
could have completely overpowered him. A 
charge of fine shot soon convinced him that the 
surrender of his body to the cause of science was 
the final act of his life. The inspection of said 
corpus not only brought Mrs. Maxwell to the 
same conclusion, but also persuaded her that he 
was a new variety of Minerva’s chosen bird. 
Could it be possible ! She dared not trust her 
