You never seen a wolf of any kind that wasn't as hungry as you younkers was yesterday." "He couldn't be any hungrier," said Fred, with a laugh.
"I have knowed one of them critters to foller a steamboat down the upper Missouri fur two days and nights, howling and watching fur a chance to git something to eat." "The buffaloes have disappeared." "The right name of the animal is the bison," suggested Garrison; "they have been slaughtered in pure wantonness.

It is a crime, the way in which they have been extirpated." "There are a few of 'em left, deep among the mountains," said Hazletine, "where no one has happened to find 'em, but it won't be long afore they'll all be wiped out.

Do you know," he added, indignantly, "that last year our boys found a herd of eighteen buffaloes some miles back in the mountains.

Wal, sir, we was that tickled that we made up our minds to watch 'em and see that they wasn't interfered with.

We kept track of 'em purty well till their number had growed to twenty-four.