The Black range. (Robinson, Socorro County, N.M.) 1882-1897, 1884-07-18

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the streets. not long ago. lnquiring
into the matter. found the game had
been sighted across the river. not over
three miles from town. Everybody
was wild. In ten minutes the livery
stables were empty. and every man
with team had a load Of excited men
moving toward the herd.
II was a grand exodus. and for amile
OF two II looked like mass meeting
There was two or three guns and per-
haps twenty revolyers In the party
Some of us were in express wagons
some in drays and some In carriages
We hurried on excitedly until the ad-
vance guard set up Wild yell, which
meant that the game was in sight and
no one in that crowd had ever seen
buffalo before.
Every ones eve was strained to get
a glimpse Of the herd. Every one held
his breath. waiting for the thunder and
dust or the stampede. had just de.
cided that the whole thing was a sell
when one of the party pointed out at
little distance on the foot hills to our
right buffalo bull. This was our
prey. One hundred and tiity of u.s.
ike an army with teamsters. had come
out here on the plains to slaughter this
melancholy brute. lie was trying to
eat when We hove IN sight, and was
dong as well, perhaps. as any old buff
falO could without teeth. lie had
worn the most of his hair off when the
country was new. and it had neglected
TO grow again. His ears had been
gnawed by coyotes and the ravages OF
time. till they had Il fringe on them
over an inch deep. His back looked
like one of these old-fashioned hair
trunks, and his little live.cent tail had
about as much hair on II as ramrod
In full bloom. never saw such u sad
looking face. 1t had an expression of
deep seated woe and panied surprise.
such as "A man has when liye-stOry
brick ware house falls on him. lie has
that same grieved. sorrowful look of re-
proach that man might wear If he
we're 10 leap u nine rail fence in the
solemn hush Of the night and fall into
the embrace of Il bulldog in the prime
of life.
The old bull raised his head in a SOL
emn way and tried to snort as he used
to in the early history of the country,
but it was failure. lie then tried TO
raise his tail and lash his sides with it.
but the effort was not crowned with
success. His tail had forgotten It's cum
ming.
lie tried to flash his eye, but it wouldn't
dash. He turned slowly around and. as
well as the poor old foundered brute
could, tried to amble away. Then 4
brave man from the cultivated east,
wearing a new suit of buckskin that he
had just bought, rode fearlessly up to
the old bull and filled him full of buck
shot from the muzze of Il secondhand
two. dollar shot gun.
The veteran of the plains fell with a
half below, half groan and died. He
would have died in few days any
how. 1t was an exciting hunt!
The man who assassnated that fee
BILE old bull was at once named the Buff
falo Slayer, and he had to 20 somewhere
else to get work. don't know why it
is such a big thing to kill a buffalo. 1t
is far more difficult TO kill a good, able
bodied elk or deer. ] saw an English
man at the Palmer house last summer
who had,no doubt, failed to find buffa.
10 docile enough to stand still and be
shot, so he was carrying home to merry
England the bleached and decaying
skull of buffalo killed fifty years ago,
perhaps. Yes, sir, he was carrying
that thing 5000 miles in shawl strap
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