If there ever was such a thing as murder that was." "Yes," assented Garrison; "and although the Government is doing all it can to protect the few in Yellowstone Park, somebody is continually shooting into the herd.

The bison will soon be an extinct animal." "It's too bad, but I don't see that we can help it," observed Hazletine, rousing himself; "there's plenty of other game left, and it'll last longer than any of us, but it don't make the killing of the buffaloes any better.

We're likely to find a good many animals that I haven't told you 'bout and that I don't think of." "How is it, Hank, that you don't keep any dogs ?" "'Cause they're no use.

The hunters from the East seem to think they must have a dozen or more sniffing at their heels, but I don't like 'em.
We had a big hound a couple of years ago that I took with me on a hunt.
The first critter we scared up was a cinnamon bear, and that dog hadn't any more sense than to go straight for him.

Wal," grinned Hank, "we haven't had any dog since that time.".