, 1884-09-14
A NARROW ESCAPE.
A Buffalo Hunter Is Charged by a
Mad Bull.
A Trained Little mustAng-DanEer
nom the Prairie Dog-A Terri
Bile Fail and the Con-
sequences.

Cincinnati Enqutrer.l
To run buffaloes, a horse trained rs "a buff
falo runner is absolutely necessary. Ny
business IN Boise City just now Is 10 procure
such a horse. The httls mustang which l
have been riding wa killed Inst week by a
bad fall In the hole Of IA prairie dog; and, as
this Was was the neafest city Of any size,
borrowed a pony from "A companion, came here
and am now In the thick Of a tussls with
hor-i traders, with the odds In favor OF the
trnderA Actual trial In the hunting neld Ia
the only means Of deciding a buffalo runners
qualities; and. although u buckskin nag who
III my eye IN other respects Is warranted
BY his 1Nner 10 be the best buffalo runner In
tbs west, the chances Rre II / buy him he
vii shy OF at sight Of q herd, and never
bring me nearer to the game than 100 yaniS.
A good buffalo runner will BE- feet Of foot,
outrageous, iOng-win1et, and trained 10
Gritty his rider within 4 yard Of the herd
hunted, and then 10 range alongside Of any
animals selected. Ny mustang did this to
perfection until brought TO grief by a prairie
des
This worthless creature is the buffalo's best
friend, because Of his villainous habit OF bur
rowing in tho plains over which the chase Is
apt to range, and hence making a thousand
pitfalls for unWary horses. The bufaloes
themselves occasionally break a legin n mar
mot's hole; but the fact romans that the
little animal has saved more specimens Of the
shaggy hos Americans from sportsmen's
bullets, killed more horses, manned more
riders and been cursed more Justify than any
other denizen Of the plains, from the red
akin down 70 the coyote.
1t the time Of my mustangs fall l had a
couple OF narrow escapes from death. had
singled out as my meat an old bull with
long, highly polished horns and the most
magnificent name that has ever cane under
my notice. determined TO have TINT head,
and TO carry 1t east with me as a trophy.
To single the brute from the herd and TO
plant a bullet from my revolver in his
shoulder was an easy task, when aided by
such a horse as mine. The remainder Of the
herd Numbered Off to the west with com
panions in full chase, and away toward the
east went my wounded buffalo, with me a
good sesond, sending q pill into his side when
ever he swerved enough to give me a chance
at his heart.
Suddenly the idea seemed 10 enter his
Uranium that ho was flying In a direct line
from his friends, and he wheeled about and
charged me, his magnificent head cooked
sidswisg ready 10 toss my mustang, his nos
tils and eyes blood-red, and the foam flying
from his mouth. When the buffalo swerved
my nag made a noble lear out of his curse
and landed with his off foreleg IN a marmot's
hole, bringing him to his knees, swapping the
tone II lis leg Oft like a stalk OF straw and
sending me headlong To the ground right in the
path Of the wounded bull 1 was somewhat
shaken up and could not think clearly, but
my eyes were wide open and the approaching
danger seemed like a weight on all my
faculties, benumbing me so that l could not
move 80 much as an eyelld, and thus i~nereas-
ing the horror Of the situation.
Q The bull came on, his hoof ~rattling over
the hard prairie like the bones OF the end
man In "a minstrel show. His hot breath
came full in my mouth and n~ostrils, leaving
a bad taste ON my tongue for the remainder
OF the day. One Of his horns caught in the
collar Of my h~unting-shirt, tearing It away,
and then his hind hoof grazed my temple.
He was as glad to escape as l was myself,
and cnrearcd over the prairie after the herd
at q three-minuts gait, while l arose and
planted O merciful bullet from my revolver
in the brain OF my doomed mustang.
One day Of this sort Of thing Is worth q
years dawdling about at the seashore In a
sserTucker coat