Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1892-04-22

ierked from nv seat, and went sprawl.
inc over the beast. In the intense ex.
element of chase like that, one does
not stop to calculate the risks he runs
''In my condition any one of dozen
incidents would seem to be the occasion
of instant death. Behind me came
score of these large fellows right on line
of my fall. 1t seemed that l would be
trampled to pieces. But landed on all
fours and was at once on my feet shout
ing and brandishing my arms. The mass
parted, and | ran to a distance. But the
wounded bull, catching sight of me,
came charging upon me with furious
below. Ny bad luck was bound to con-
tiuue, for l stumbled and fell.
"Down in tremendous plunges at
me came the monster. | could not rise
quick enough, aud falling at the side Of
an cid buffalo trail-a narrow path worn
into the ground by the marching of
countless buffaloes moving IN single file
I rolled into this The beast tore up the
ground with his hoofs in trying to stop
and hooked ferociously at me. His saw
age eyes burned like Goals of fire, and
froth, stained with blood, dripped from
his mouth. When in the saddle had
noticed the great size of his head; but
lying there, with that tossing and dash
ing head above me, it seemed to be three
times as large and ugly and terrible in
the extreme. [ expected every instant
to feel the awful thrust Of his horns. His
head bumped against me. His enormous
name brushed me. His nose struck me.
The froth from his mouth spattered me.
His tremendous breathing pulled like
steam engine again and again into my
face. But his horns were too short to
catch on readily. knew that my only
safety was to lie low and say nothing.
Just as / was about to congratulate my
self that the fellow could not get at me
has horn tore rent in my trousers. The
ripping noise maddened him if possible
still more. He made a deeper scoop for
me and caught my buckskin coat in the
| shoulder, jerked me up from the ground,
and threw me to the right. l fell side
ways, but mostly on my feet, and started
on a run in direction opposite to where
his head pointed.
| "He swung around and was after me
in q trice. Of course I could not hope
to outrun him. He gained on me. I
stopped, facing him, and had by this
time drawn my revolver. On he came
like hurricane. His grizzly and awful
front, his fiery eyes, his mighty, head
long, plunging gait. which seemed the
very embodiment of an overwhelming
force-all this has been indelibly photo
graphed on my brain, though the process
was about as instantaneous as could be.
When he was within about four or five
feet of me I leaped to one side, and his
impetuous rush swung him straight along
But as he tore by me, the very ground
shaking with his jumps, for he weighed
over ton, I sent bullet into his side.
1t penetrated his lungs. The others had
been effective. I could see him reel.
''He stopped, turned, was about to
make another charge, staggered, sank on
his knees, his fierce eyes rolling IN mad
fury at me. l moved around to his side
and put another ball into him, when he
went clean down and stretched himself
in the last struggle.
ssCome down and visit me, and as you
step across my threshold there in the
vestibule confronting you will be his
enormous head, as lifelike as the art OF
taxidermy can present. Look at that
grand head and you will be compelled
to give credence to part of my story,
at least, and your regrets will join mine
that no more of the noblest American
game is to be found on these great
plains. "-Chicago Tribune.
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