Sunset Ranch: A Story of a Boy's Adventures in the West — page 77: what you’re looking at

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At the Sioux Camp. 69 The time was near at hand, however, when it would be but a memory, for the great droves that once blackened the prairie for miles during their migration north and south had been decimated until now they were only found in small herds, eagerly hunted alike by red and white, even foreigners com- ing over and engaging guides like “Buffalo Bill” Cody to give them a last chance ere the bison ut- terly vanished. It can be readily understood how the Virginia lad, having graduated in the class of wolf and ante- lope shooting, now that he had actually bagged a big cinnamon bear—albeit it was a pot shot from a tree that did the business—should aspire to engage in a genuine buffalo hunt. Years hence he felt it would be with pride one might recall having been instrumental in bringing down such big game. Karl was equally eager, though he had been con- cerned in such a chase many times, but that magic gun of the tenderfoot had especial charms for him, as Winchester repeaters were at the time some- thing of a novelty in that region. He wanted to have a whack with it among the buffalo, to see whether it was quite as capable of tumbling a mighty bull to the earth as the old-time rifle. The autumn was pretty well along before there came the desired opportunity. Already they had experienced a cold snap, and could expect a blizzard any day that would give the herders mountains of trouble endeavoring to save the cattle. : Karl came in one day with the news that he had discovered a small herd of buffalo that somehow had lingered longer in the north than their fellows, and thus far escaped the hunting parties of Indians scouring the prairie in a round-up for winter meat. Cuthbert was delighted. All necessary arrangements were made, and per- cComiclooks C©