The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1896-12-27
TALES OF THE HUNTERS.
a MEMORY OF THB DAYS WHEN
THERE WE'RE STILL BUFFALOES.
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Cruise A Creates Yellowstone Park.
Fred Nather of Brooklyn 10 ono Of the few
men who. having tho opportunity TO kill buf.
faloes when they wera countless, restrcfned
himself. He describes his hunt in Forest and
Stream as follows:
The morning was rainy. but of we went.
In less than an hour we saw the whole prairie
covered with them, as far as We could see.
There might have been o million, or q hundred
million, or as many figures rs you please to
add TO the guess. l don't know how many
were in the herd. Warren said, 'Betcher
there's more'n ten hundred millions.' There
was q big lot of buffaloes there In Kansas that
morning in 1883. and that IL MS near to It as I
can como. It was too big q herd for a few
men on ponies 10 stampedo. Those on the
outside took tho alarm and pressed in, with
out effect on the others, save to make them
think they were pressing for better forage.
Amos told me 20 pick q barren COW II I could
find one. q fat young COW that had no calf of
Ave or six months near her. and to keep q
sharp lookout that 1 would not got mixed up
in the herd, or there would be q dead man and
dead pony.
Our party stretched out over two miles on
tno nAuk Oh tue noTu. winch WAS moving nlOW-
ly in the mass. but moro swiftly near tho hunt
ors. and an oooasional shot was heard. MY
pony would not take in too near; he had owl
IDENTIFY seen q herd of buffalo before. and I
only feared for the rear. that I might be sur
rounded By O spur from tho herd. II was get
ting interestirn, and af or I had singled out
my Rame and tried to get alongside IL. with
no other buffalo intervening. It was exciting.
"The pony did not need TO be spurred; he I'M
derstood It all. Once alongside tho gallop-
ing beast, o now difficulty appeared. She was
on my right hand, and I feared to twist In the
saddle, not knowing how tho pony would act
and l had never shot from my left shoulder.
I did, however, shift my life to my left arm
and fred. Tho pony never swerved and the
big beast dropped. The shot caused the ami
mails around me to crowd away. and I circled
about and shot again rs the animal was about
to rise. A few struggles and 1 had killed a
buffalo.
Come and kill some more yelled Warren.
as he passed, seeking q fresh victim, but / was
content to watch the herd.
1T was along In the afternoon before all had
gathered at the camp, and the rain still fell.
The camp guard fed the horses: and we made q
by Amos how l liked buffalo hunting. i replied:
=" IT'S n good deal like Roin' into a BARNARD
an shootin' cattle, iuet g%allopin' alongside of
q steer an pluggin' him with lead till he
dropsi "a rather shoot woodcock. a heap.
"'Woodcock. what's them?' Them are big
Moodpeckers at drums on trees fur gruba..
Hull IL takes as much powder an lead TO kill
one of them as IL does to kill a buffalo that
weighs over a quarter OF q TOM"
About 100 bufraloes were killed by the seven
teen men that day, and all but tongues, fore
and humps went to the wolves.