that fellow, well stored, was worth more than a thousand teal ducks.
I therefore approached, with the greatest precaution, to within fair rifle-shot distance, scrutinizing him very closely, and still unable to make out what he was. I could see no horns; and if he was a bear, I thought him an enormous one. I took sight at him over my faithful rifle, which had never failed me, and then set it down, to contemplate the huge animal still farther. Finally, I resolved to let fly; taking good aim, I pulled trigger, the rifle cracked, and I then made rapid retreat towards the camp. After running about two hundred yards, and hearing nothing in movement behind me, I ventured to look round, and to my great joy, I saw the animal had fallen.
Continuing my course on to the camp, I encountered the general, who, perceiving blood on my hands, addressed me, "Have you shot anything, Jim?"
I replied, "Yes, sir."
"What have you shot?"
"Two deer and something else," I answered.
"And what is the something else?" he inquired.
"I do not know, sir."
"What did he look like?" the general interrogated. "Had he horns?"
"I saw no horns, sir."
"What colour was the animal?"
"You can see him, general," I replied, "by climbing yonder tree."
The general ascended the tree accordingly, and looking through his spy-glass, which he always carried, he exclaimed, "A buffalo, by heavens!" and, coming nimbly down the tree, he gave orders for us to take a couple of horses, and go and dress the buffalo, and bring him into camp.
I suggested that two horses could not carry the load; six were therefore despatched, and they all came back well packed with his remains.
There was great rejoicing throughout the camp at such bountiful provision, and all fears of starvation were removed, at least for the present. The two deer were also brought in,
