It was noble sport galloping over the plain in the dewy freshness of the morning, but our part of the hunt ended in disaster and disgrace, for a wounded buffalo bull chased the passenger Bemis nearly two miles, and then he forsook his horse and took to a lone tree.

He was very sullen about the matter for some twenty-four hours, but at last he began to soften little by little, and finally he said: "Well, it was not funny, and there was no sense in those gawks making themselves so facetious over it.

I tell you I was angry in earnest for awhile.

I should have shot that long gangly lubber they called Hank, if I could have done it without crippling six or seven other people--but of course I couldn't, the old 'Allen's' so confounded comprehensive.

I wish those loafers had been up in the tree; they wouldn't have wanted to laugh so.