Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1883-08-26
cur IN THE YELLOWSTONE.
An incident OF the Exploration-rhs
President's First Buffalo.

H~re6koenSB k1rst buuafO.
Chicago Nsrs.
The sun had been hidden all the dreary
morning behind the great banks Of
leaden clouds. Cold gusts OF wind
came down FROM the northwest and
sighed q mornful requiem through the
dismal forests. All nature seemed to
be suffering from an acute attack Of in
digestion, and even the broncho pony,
standing listlessly in front Of General
Sherman's tent, looked as though he
had forgotten to put on his liver pad.
1t was q cold day in the valley Of the
Yellowstone, and the Presidential party
refused 10 be cOmforted.
AT last the chief, rising superior to eli
matte conditions, proposed a short
hunting expedition. "Perhaps," he re-
marked, with an unutterable look at
General Stager, 1--WE may run across
some Yellowstone rabbits
Robert Lincoln tainted. General
Stager flushed angrily, and the guide
turned pale and took to the woods.
"Confound the fellow" muttered
General Sheridan. allow N thunder
can we go huntin' without a guidef"
Never mind, Phil, said Mr.. Arthur,
soo.hiDgly; 1--WE won't go far, so we'll
have no difficulty in finding out way
back. Come along" and singing his
trusty rifle over his shoulder, he left
the camp, followed by all except Gen
eral Stager and Robert Lincoln.
The clouds had cleared away, and
the sun was sinking to rest behind a
convenient mountain peak. Robert
Lincoln was preparing the supper, and
General Stager and the guide were
playing seven up. A shout was heard
in the distance, and the guide arose and
took an observation.
"Them's um," he said, pointing to
the southwest, "and they've got sun
thin. Guess its a bar. The broncho's
%a.dragGin' it,"
In a few minutes the hunting party
reached the camp.
"What have you got" asked General
Stager.
ooh, nothing" replied General Sheri-
dan, with affected sang froid, "only a
black buffalo"
1--WE didn't see any Yellowstone rab-
bits, Stager," said Mr.. Arthur, $50 1
Just picked of this buffalo merely to
Try MY gun"
"Biack bufialos" said General Sheri-
dan, ";le not to be found every day.
They are, so to speak, a rara avis.
(HOw's that for high, Mike?) They do
not travel in droves like the ordinary
buffalo, but Craze singly upon the foot.
hills. This is one we approached with
great caution, and at ten yards rise the
President knocked him over, first pop.
Robert, / think you had better skin the
beast, and We'll have her stuffed and
placed in the"
"NVelP I'll be goldurn3d" interrupted
the guide, who had just stepped up to
| take q look at the dead animal.
whats the matter?' asked General
Sheridan, a little anXiously.
"Whal'n thunder did We shoot that
| row fur"
Cow" exclaimed the hunting party
in Il chorus"
"Ob, yes, you mean buffalo COW, OF
COURSE said the chief.
"BuffalO COW be burned. Why, there
amt 40 buffalo bout hat animile
That's John L. Routt's old black COW
wot be took across the plains years ago.
Why, he's raised u dozen big herds otfn
that old COW, and she's made him rich
He wouldn't hev' lost that cow fur Sl0,-
QUO. Like ez not he'll kill the hull party
if he finds it out"
The night was day and a cold, driz-
cling rain descended upon the Presi-
dental party. They had pulled up
stakes and were moving, regardless OF
the Indictment weather, in the General
direction of Uncle Rufus Hatch's hotel.
"Better be drenched to the skin," said
the President" in response to a growI
from General Stager, ethan to have
Routt find Us camping within ten miles
of that dead cow"