Sunset Ranch: A Story of a Boy's Adventures in the West — page 86: what you’re looking at

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78 A Dakota Blizzard. Cuthbert did not enjoy being hunted quite so much as when he was doing the chasing. To use his gun now was impossible, since all his attention must be taken up with his frightened horse. The old bull kept up the chase with a determina- tion that did him credit, but Karl had sung out some directions as well as he could for laughing, and, by degrees, Cuthbert circled around so as to cross the path of his companion, who speedily accomplished the job wherein the tenderfoot had failed, by plac- ing a bullet where it would do the most good. When next Cuthbert selected a victim, he was careful that it should be a youngster, and in this instance he managed matters so well that Karl shouted his approval. | Since the cowboy had also secured a third victim in a cow, they had reached the limit previously set to mark their necessities, and the chase was accord- ingly abandoned. The last they saw of the buffalo herd was a cloud of dust to southward, showing that their natural in- stinct turned them away from the land where bliz- zards would soon lock rivers, mountains and prairie in a prison of ice and snow. Now Cuthbert had new lessons to learn in re- moving the hide and securing such portions of the meat as could be used. He was no laggard, and had already become fairly proficient in this hunter’s accomplishment with re- gard to smaller game, so that a little more ex- perience increased his store of knowledge. It took time to do it all; indeed, hours crept by ere the meat was secured within the hides, made into packages and securely fastened to the big gray, utilized as a packhorse for this one special occasion. Frequently Karl had raised his head to sweep the prairie with his eyes, and particularly in the quarter whence they had come, for well he knew that some- connicloookks.conn