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Around He Saw To His Dismay A Monstrous Grizzly Ambling along In
That Animal'S Characteristic Gait, Within A Few Feet Of Him.
In Front, Only A Few Rods Away, There Happened to Be A Clump Of
Scrubby Pines, And He Incontinently Made A Break For Them, Climbing
Into The Tallest In less Time Than It Takes To Tell Of It. The Bear
Deliberately Ate A Hearty Meal Off The Juicy Hams Of The Cow,
So Providentially Fallen In his Way, And When He Had Satiated himself,
Instead Of Going away, He Quietly Stretched himself Alongside Of
The Half-Devoured carcass, And Went To Sleep, Keeping One Eye Open,
However, On The Movements Of The Unlucky Hunter Whom He Had Corralled
In The Tree. In the Early Evening His Partner Came To The Spot,
And Killed the Impudent Bear, That, Being Full Of Tender Buffalo Meat,
Was Sluggish And Unwary, And Thus Became An Easy Victim To The
Unerring Rifle; When The Unwilling Prisoner Came Down From His Perch
In The Pine, Feeling Sheepish Enough. The Last Time I Saw Him He
Told Me He Still Had The Bear'S Hide, Which He Religiously Preserved
As A Memento Of His Foolishness In separating Himself From His Rifle,
A Thing He Has Never Been Guilty Of Before Or Since.
Kit Carson, When With Fremont On His First Exploring Expedition,
While Hunting For The Command, At Some Point On The Arkansas,
Left A Buffalo Which He Had Just Killed and Partly Cut Up, To Pursue
A Large Bull That Came Rushing By Him Alone. He Chased his Game
For Nearly A Quarter Of A Mile, Not Being able, However, To Gain
On It Rapidly, Owing To The Blown Condition Of His Horse. Coming Up
At Length To The Side Of The Fleeing Beast, Carson Fired, But At The
Same Instant His Horse Stepped into A Prairie-Dog Hole, Fell Down
And Threw Kit Fully Fifteen Feet Over His Head. The Bullet Struck
The Buffalo Low Under The Shoulder, Which Only Served to Enrage Him
So That The Next Moment The Infuriated animal Was Pursuing Kit,
Who, Fortunately Not Much Hurt, Was Able To Run Toward The River.
It Was A Race For Life Now, Carson Using His Nimble Legs To The
Utmost Of Their Capacity, Accelerated very Much By The Thundering,
Bellowing Bull Bringing Up The Rear. For Several Minutes It Was
Nip And Tuck Which Should Reach The Stream First, But Kit Got There
By A Scratch A Little Ahead. It Was A Big Bend Of The River, And
The Water Was Deep Under The Bank, But It Was Paradise Compared
With The Hades Plunging at His Back; So Kit Leaped into The Water,
Trusting To Providence That The Bull Would Not Follow. The Trust
Was Well Placed, For The Bull Did Not Continue The Pursuit, But Stood
On The Bank And Shook His Head Vehemently At The Struggling Hunter
Who Had Preferred deep Waves To The Horns Of A Dilemma On Shore.
Kit Swam Around For Some Time, Carefully Guarded by The Bull, Until
His Position Was Observed by One Of His Companions, Who Attacked
The Belligerent Animal Successfully With A Forty-Four Slug, And Then
Kit Crawled out And--Skinned the Enemy!
He Once Killed five Buffaloes During a Single Race, And Used but
Four Balls, Having Dismounted and Cut The Bullet From The Wound
Of The Fourth, And Thus Continued the Chase. He It Was, Too, Who
Established his Reputation As A Famous Hunter By Shooting a Buffalo
Cow During an Impetuous Race Down A Steep Hill, Discharging His Rifle
Just As The Animal Was Leaping On One Of The Low Cedars Peculiar
To The Region. The Ball Struck A Vital Spot, And The Dead Cow
Remained in the Jagged branches. The Indians Who Were With Him
On That Hunt Looked upon The Circumstance As Something Beyond Their
Comprehension, And Insisted that Kit Should Leave The Carcass In
The Tree As "Big Medicine." Katzatoa (Smoked shield), A Celebrated
Chief Of The Kiowas Many Years Ago, Who Was Over Seven Feet Tall,
Never Mounted a Horse When Hunting The Buffalo; He Always Ran After
Them On Foot And Killed them With His Lance.
Two Lance, Another Famous Chief, Could Shoot An Arrow Entirely
Through A Buffalo While Hunting On Horseback. He Accomplished this
Remarkable Feat In the Presence Of The Grand Duke Alexis Of Russia,
Who Was Under The Care Of Buffalo Bill, Near Fort Hays, Kansas.
During One Of Fremont'S Expeditions, Two Of His Chasseurs, Named
Archambeaux And La Jeunesse,[43] Had A Curious Adventure On A
Buffalo-Hunt. One Of Them Was Mounted on A Mule, The Other On
A Horse; They Came In sight Of A Large Band Of Buffalo Feeding Upon
The Open Prairie About A Mile Distant. The Mule Was Not Fleet Enough,
And The Horse Was Too Much Fatigued with The Day'S Journey, To Justify
A Race, And They Concluded to Approach The Herd On Foot. Dismounting
And Securing The Ends Of Their Lariats In the Ground, They Made
A Slight Detour, To Take Advantage Of The Wind, And Crept Stealthily
In The Direction Of The Game, Approaching Unperceived until Within
A Few Hundred yards. Some Old Bulls Forming The Outer Picket Guard
Slowly Raised their Heads And Gazed long And Dubiously At The Strange
Objects, When, Discovering That The Intruders Were Not Wolves, But Two
Hunters, They Gave A Significant Grunt, Turned about As Though On
Pivots, And In less Than No Time The Whole Herd--Bulls, Cows, And
Calves--Were Making The Gravel Fly Over The Prairie In fine Style,
Leaving The Hunters To Their Discomfiture. They Had Scarcely
Recovered from Their Surprise, When, To Their Great Consternation,
They Beheld The Whole Company Of The Monsters, Numbering Several
Thousand, Suddenly Shape Their Course To Where The Riding animals
Were Picketed. The Charge Of The Stampeded buffalo Was A Magnificent
One; For The Buffalo, Mistaking The Horse And The Mule For Two Of
Their Own Species, Came Down Upon Them Like A Tornado. A Small Cloud
Of Dust Arose For A Moment Over The Spot Where The Hunter'S Animals
Had Been Left; The Black Mass Moved on With Accelerated speed, And
In A Few Seconds The Horizon Shut Them All From View. The Horse
And Mule, With All Their Trappings, Saddles, Bridles, And Holsters,
Were Never Seen Or Heard Of Afterward.
Buffalo Bill, In less Than Eighteen Months, While Employed as Hunter
Of The Construction Company Of The Kansas Pacific Railroad, In 1867-68,
Killed nearly Five Thousand Buffalo, Which Were Consumed by The
Twelve Hundred men Employed in track-Laying. He Tells In his
Autobiography Of The Following Remarkable Experience He Had At One
Time With His Favourite Horse Brigham, On An Impromptu Buffalo Hunt:--
One Day We Were Pushed for Horses To Work On Our Scrapers,
So I Hitched up Brigham, To See How He Would Work. He Was
Not Much Used to That Kind Of Labour, And I Was About Giving
Up The Idea Of Making a Work Horse Of Him, When One Of The
Men Called to Me That There Were Some Buffaloes Coming Over
The Hill. As There Had Been No Buffaloes Seen Anywhere
In the Vicinity Of The Camp For Several Days, We Had Become
Rather Short Of Meat. I Immediately Told One Of Our Men
To Hitch His Horses To A Wagon And Follow Me, As I Was Going
Out After The Herd, And We Would Bring Back Some Fresh Meat
For Supper. I Had No Saddle, As Mine Had Been Left At Camp
A Mile Distant, So Taking The Harness From Brigham I Mounted
Him Bareback, And Started out After The Game, Being armed
With My Celebrated buffalo Killer Lucretia Borgia--A Newly
Improved breech-Loading Needle-Gun, Which I Had Obtained
From The Government.
While I Was Riding Toward The Buffaloes, I Observed five
Horsemen Coming Out From The Fort, Who Had Evidently Seen
The Buffaloes From The Post, And Were Going Out For A Chase.
They Proved to Be Some Newly Arrived officers In that Part
Of The Country, And When They Came Up Closer I Could See
By The Shoulder-Straps That The Senior Was A Captain,
While The Others Were Lieutenants.
"Hello! My Friend," Sang Out The Captain; "I See You Are
After The Same Game We Are."
"Yes, Sir; I Saw Those Buffaloes Coming Over The Hill,
And As We Were About Out Of Fresh Meat I Thought I Would
Go And Get Some," Said I.
They Scanned my Cheap-Looking Outfit Pretty Closely, And
As My Horse Was Not Very Prepossessing In appearance, Having
On Only A Blind Bridle, And Otherwise Looking Like A Work
Horse, They Evidently Considered me A Green Hand At Hunting.
"Do You Expect To Catch Those Buffaloes On That Gothic
Steed?" Laughingly Asked the Captain.
"I Hope So, By Pushing On The Reins Hard Enough," Was
My Reply.
"You'Ll Never Catch Them In the World, My Fine Fellow,"
Said The Captain. "It Requires A Fast Horse To Overtake
The Animals On The Prairie."
"Does It?" Asked i, As If I Didn'T Know It.
"Yes; But Come Along With Us, As We Are Going To Kill Them
More For Pleasure Than Anything Else. All We Want Are The
Tongues And A Piece Of Tenderloin, And You May Have All
That Is Left," Said The Generous Man.
"I Am Much Obliged to You, Captain, And Will Follow You,"
I Replied.
There Were Eleven Buffaloes In the Herd, And They Were Not
More Than A Mile Ahead Of Us. The Officers Dashed on As If
They Had A Sure Thing On Killing Them All Before I Could
Come Up With Them; But I Had Noticed that The Herd Was
Making Toward The Creek For Water, And As I Knew Buffalo
Nature, I Was Perfectly Aware That It Would Be Difficult
To Turn Them From Their Direct Course. Thereupon, I Started
Toward The Creek To Head Them Off, While The Officers
Came Up In the Rear And Gave Chase.
The Buffaloes Came Rushing Past Me Not A Hundred yards
Distant, With The Officers About Three Hundred yards In
The Rear. Now, Thought I, Is The Time To "Get My Work In,"
As They Say; And I Pulled off The Blind Bridle From My
Horse, Who Knew As Well As I Did That We Were Out After
Buffaloes, As He Was A Trained hunter. The Moment The
Bridle Was Off He Started at The Top Of His Speed, Running
In ahead Of The Officers, And With A Few Jumps He Brought Me
Alongside The Rear Buffalo. Raising Old Lucretia Borgia
To My Shoulder, I Fired, And Killed the Animal At The
First Shot. My Horse Then Carried me Alongside The Next
One, Not Ten Feet Away, And I Dropped him At The Next Fire.
As Soon As One Of The Buffalo Would Fall, Brigham Would
Take Me So Close To The Next That I Could Almost Touch It
With My Gun. In this Manner I Killed the Eleven Buffaloes
With Twelve Shots; And As The Last Animal Dropped, My Horse
Stopped. I Jumped off To The Ground, Knowing That He Would
Not Leave Me--It Must Be Remembered that I Had Been Riding
Him Without Bridle, Reins, Or Saddle--And, Turning around
As The Party Of Astonished officers Rode Up, I Said To Them:--
"Now, Gentlemen, Allow Me To Present To You All The Tongues
And Tenderloins You Wish From These Buffaloes."
Captain Graham, For Such I Soon Learned was His Name,
Replied: "Well, I Never Saw The Like Before. Who Under
The Sun Are You, Anyhow?"
"My Name Is Cody," Said I.
Captain Graham, Who Was Considerable Of A Horseman,
Greatly Admired brigham, And Said: "That Horse Of Yours
Has Running Points."
"Yes, Sir; He Has Not Only Got The Points, He Is A Runner
And Knows How To Use The Points," Said I.
"So I Noticed," Said The Captain.
They All Finally Dismounted, And We Continued chatting
For Some Little Time Upon The Different Subjects Of Horses,
Buffaloes, Hunting, And Indians. They Felt A Little Sore
At Not Getting a Single Shot At The Buffaloes; But The Way
I Had Killed them, They Said, Amply Repaid Them For Their
Disappointment. They Had Read Of Such Feats In books,
But This Was The First Time They Had Ever Seen Anything
Of The Kind With Their Own Eyes. It Was The First Time,
Also, That They Had Ever Witnessed or Heard Of A White Man
Running Buffaloes On Horseback Without A Saddle Or Bridle.
I Told Them
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