Sunset Ranch: A Story of a Boy's Adventures in the West — page 78: what you’re looking at

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70 At the Sioux Camp. mission obtained from the genial ranch-owner for a day off, in the expectation of both sport and profit, for the anticipated supply of buffalo meat was not to be scorned. Cuthbert had some difficulty in getting to sleep, for his nerves tingled with excitement—this was a treat he had long promised himself, and now that his hopes seemed in a fair way of being fulfilled, he could not get the subject out of his mind. In imagination he went through the whole busi- ness, just as experienced Karl had rehearsed for him, and even gloried in seeing a shock-headed bull bite the dust in response to his skill as a marksman. Then some one roughly shook him—he had an idea it was Little Buckshot claiming the trophy of the chase. “It’s time!” said a voice. Cuthbert sat up and rubbed his eyes, astonished to find it all a dream, and that he was in the home shack, with Karl pulling at his sleeve. The buffalo bull was a myth, and Little Buck- shot only conspicuous by his absence. He jumped up, ready to follow wherever Karl chose to lead, and determined to make at least the first part of his dream a reality. It was dark as Egypt outside. The stars glimmered overhead, and the air was frosty and keen. Karl had some coffee ready, and both boys took a snack ere starting out upon the hunt. The temperature had no terrors for such hardy range riders—in truth, it made the blood circulate, and did them good. A third animal was taken along as a pack horse, upon the back of which they meant to convey any meat secured, back to the ranch. One of the men was moving as they passe@ out. ConniclooOokks.€©