Rocky Mountain Sam — page 144: what you’re looking at

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eh, ' ra’ pet , Le Tl » a! ' ROCKY MOUNTAIN SAM. Nee having the wind more fairly upon her quarter, was more easily managed. : On swept the vast herd, with clouds of dust and the thun- der of many hoofs, and the hunters on the hill got their rifles ready to attack their flank when it should come within range. Again Sam fired, and another young bison dropped in its tracks; and then still intent on the mighty leader of the herd, he cast another lasso, with better success this time, and noosed the old fellow about the horns. The monster bellowed with rage. but made no halt, dragging balloon and car after him in his plunging rush, as if it were no more than a lad’s kite. But almost at the same instant that this was effected, the professor, whose blood was aroused, but who had not a great deal of experience in the hunting line, threw out a grapnel at hap-hazard, and the hooks by the strangest chance in the world, caught and got securely twisted in the bushy tail of an old stag-necked cow, who also continued her mad. career; and the balloon, thus towed along by a double team, and partially against the wind, flopped over on its side, almost scraping the backs of the remainder of the herd, while the car was almost capsized, the occupants having to cling to the sides to save themselves from being tossed out, which would have been certain death beneath the myriads of trampling hoofs that were thundering on from behind. Thgir position would have been a most ludicrous one, under other circumstances, but as matters stood it was no joke to either Sam or the professor. “Don’t lose your grip or we're goners, professsor,” Sam called out. ‘“[hisis the worst I ever see.” _ “Tt is a remarkable experience in natural history,” re- marked the old professor. philosophical to the last, though he was hanging on by a very precarious hold, and the little stove—fortunately there was no fire in it—which had shifted its position at the outset, was resting rather uncomfortably on his stomach, while his conical cap was jammed over his eyes, and a coil of ropes and blankets were twined about his neck. ‘Our only hope is to wait until the animals halt from sheer exhaustion.” The hunters, as the great herd approached,-had begun to blaze away at it with more or less effect, and could only laugh Gomichoo (elo)