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"Take that band on the left," said Shaw; "I'll take these in front."He sprang off, and I saw no more of him.A heavy Indian whip was fastened by a band to my wrist; I swung it into the air and lashed my horse's flank with all the strength of my arm.Away she darted, stretching close to the ground.I could see nothing but a cloud of dust before me, but I knew that it concealed a band of many hundreds of buffalo.In a moment I was in the midst of the cloud, half suffocated by the dust and stunned by the trampling of the flying herd; but I was drunk with the chase and cared for nothing but the buffalo.Very soon a long dark mass became visible, looming through the dust; then I could distinguish each bulky carcass, the hoofs flying out beneath, the short tails held rigidly erect.In a moment I was so close that I could have touched them with my gun.Suddenly, to my utter amazement, the hoofs were jerked upward, the tails flourished in the air, and amid a cloud of dust the buffalo seemed to sink into the earth before me.One vivid impression of that instant remains upon my mind.I remember looking down upon the backs of several buffalo dimly visible through the dust.We had run unawares upon a ravine.At that moment I was not the most accurate judge of depth and width, but when I passed it on my return, I found it about twelve feet deep and not quite twice as wide at the bottom.It was impossible to stop; I would have done so gladly if I could; so, half sliding, half plunging, down went the little mare.I believe she came down on her knees in the loose sand at the bottom; I was pitched forward violently against her neck and nearly thrown over her head among the buffalo, who amid dust and confusion came tumbling in all around.The mare was on her feet in an instant and scrambling like a cat up the opposite side.I thought for a moment that she would have fallen back and crushed me, but with a violent effort she clambered out and gained the hard prairie above.Glancing back I saw the huge head of a bull clinging as it were by the forefeet at the edge of the dusty gulf.At length I was fairly among the buffalo.They were less densely crowded than before, and I could see nothing but bulls, who always run at the rear of the herd.As I passed amid them they would lower their heads, and turning as they ran, attempt to gore my horse; but as they were already at full speed there was no force in their onset, and as Pauline ran faster than they, they were always thrown behind her in the effort.I soon began to distinguish cows amid the throng.One just in front of me seemed to my liking, and Ipushed close to her side.Dropping the reins I fired, holding the muzzle of the gun within a foot of her shoulder.Quick as lightning she sprang at Pauline; the little mare dodged the attack, and I lost sight of the wounded animal amid the tumultuous crowd.Immediately after I selected another, and urging forward Pauline, shot into her both pistols in succession.For a while I kept her in view, but in attempting to load my gun, lost sight of her also in the confusion.

Believing her to be mortally wounded and unable to keep up with the herd, I checked my horse.The crowd rushed onward.The dust and tumult passed away, and on the prairie, far behind the rest, I saw a solitary buffalo galloping heavily.In a moment I and my victim were running side by side.My firearms were all empty, and I had in my pouch nothing but rifle bullets, too large for the pistols and too small for the gun.I loaded the latter, however, but as often as Ileveled it to fire, the little bullets would roll out of the muzzle and the gun returned only a faint report like a squib, as the powder harmlessly exploded.I galloped in front of the buffalo and attempted to turn her back; but her eyes glared, her mane bristled, and lowering her head, she rushed at me with astonishing fierceness and activity.Again and again I rode before her, and again and again she repeated her furious charge.But little Pauline was in her element.She dodged her enemy at every rush, until at length the buffalo stood still, exhausted with her own efforts; she panted, and her tongue hung lolling from her jaws.

Riding to a little distance I alighted, thinking to gather a handful of dry grass to serve the purpose of wadding, and load the gun at my leisure.No sooner were my feet on the ground than the buffalo came bounding in such a rage toward me that I jumped back again into the saddle with all possible dispatch.After waiting a few minutes more, I made an attempt to ride up and stab her with my knife; but the experiment proved such as no wise man would repeat.At length, bethinking me of the fringes at the seams of my buckskin pantaloons, I jerked off a few of them, and reloading my gun, forced them down the barrel to keep the bullet in its place; then approaching, I shot the wounded buffalo through the heart.Sinking to her knees, she rolled over lifeless on the prairie.To my astonishment, I found that instead of a fat cow I had been slaughtering a stout yearling bull.No longer wondering at the fierceness he had shown, I opened his throat and cutting out his tongue, tied it at the back of my saddle.My mistake was one which a more experienced eye than mine might easily make in the dust and confusion of such a chase.

Then for the first time I had leisure to look at the scene around me.

The prairie in front was darkened with the retreating multitude, and on the other hand the buffalo came filing up in endless unbroken columns from the low plains upon the river.The Arkansas was three or four miles distant.I turned and moved slowly toward it.A long time passed before, far down in the distance, I distinguished the white covering of the cart and the little black specks of horsemen before and behind it.Drawing near, I recognized Shaw's elegant tunic, the red flannel shirt, conspicuous far off.I overtook the party, and asked him what success he had met with.He had assailed a fat cow, shot her with two bullets, and mortally wounded her.But neither of us were prepared for the chase that afternoon, and Shaw, like myself, had no spare bullets in his pouch; so he abandoned the disabled animal to Henry Chatillon, who followed, dispatched her with his rifle, and loaded his horse with her meat.

We encamped close to the river.The night was dark, and as we lay down we could hear mingled with the howling of wolves the hoarse bellowing of the buffalo, like the ocean beating upon a distant coast.