Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-12-03

sucking his mother. punching her hard with
his head every few minutes and, as he
now mad horns several inches long, he must
have been something of trial. As he
$1,000, MS body was always parallel TO hers
and pressed close against 1t. his tail toward
her head. As approached, the little fell
low let go his hold. and after a brief but
suspicious glance he trotted round 10 the
other side of his mother. thus placing her
body between himself and me / went n
little nearer. but not much, for the old cow
buffalo wheeled right around and faced me-
There was no mistaking her attitude: 1t
said. as plainly though she had spoken
the words, IF you come another foot I'll
charge you and as there We're no trees
near enough to be OF any use. | pressed
the button at once and withdrew.
Herd Growing Nervous.
The herd was now becoming uneasy. and
my friend. the young bull before mentioned
gave a loud grunt and dashed away toward
the valley, with two or three Others cloee
III ms wake knew that to stop the stsm-
peoe now would be about as easy as TO
stop an avalanche or n landslide so
STOOD apart and gave them plenty of room
one great lying wedge of brown with the
ur-year-oid bull at its apex they went
. .nuhdering down the hill. and through the
Iaiey along the bank of the brook Then
IN long string they filed nm a hin 20 tho
ley beyond '"i 'i'o " Nai-
h;,i watcned them through the glass from
nil top, l could see in a hoIiow xb,ch
was crossed by the trail another sn,aIIey
nero or bunaloes. lying at rest and in ,ha
apple orchard further to the south wa9
iii another nerd; and as the main body
went through. these smaller ones fell IN
with them until about a hundred and Hftv
bunaloes were on the march Laden as I
was, 1t seemed wiser to give them time to
siuw doWh before attempting To come up
with them. so sat down by the brock and
rad my lunch. When | overlook the buff
.aioes they were about to enter n wood and
mere l photographed them again. AS they
moved through the wood they presented n
strange appearance. The trail was dlmly
Hghted and was filled with surg,ng mass
or great hairy beasts. parts only OF whose
o e could be seen Now and then a
rev rays OF sunshine filtered through the
trees, and for a moment lighted up a roll
ing sea OF humps and glinted from thu
Weii-curved horns. Here Gustav Dore or
eugene Grasset would have found the SUBJ
5ect for weird painting; the camera has
its limitations.
Over Rolling Ground.
After leaving this wood they went alons
the trail over a stretch of rolling ground
and then entered another wood and finally
came out into an orchard. Here small
band or elk. two stays and three does were
FEEDING, but on seeing me they started east
ward toward the hills. Before going very
lar however. they turned TO look at me.
ana got photograph Of them I'm the act.
In the orchard there Is a salt lick and here
some of the buffaloes paused for a few mo-
ments before going over the hills 10 tho
westward. They seemed no longer afraid
Of me. and 1 approa ched and photographed
them pretty much as l liked, the difficult
part of the work consisting in getting them
against backgrounds which would give SUI
fcient contrast and in keeping "A sharp
lookout for certain savage old bulls. one Of
which had given me hard run for my life
a month or two before.
The sun was setting behind the Green
mountains when the buffaloes gathered to-
was quietly approaching the southern end
of the herd, a few of the animals moved
apart and disclosed three elk, a stag and
two does calmly feeding with the bufraloes.
They were but a few yards from me, but
the presence of the buffaloes evidently gave
them such feeling Of security that their
usual great caution was for the time being
laid aside. Even when, a few moments
later, they raised their heads and saw me
standing there, they were surprised rather
than alarmed They did not feed again.
but after watching me for several
minutes they gradually moved away. Then
l. too, moved away from the herd and from
a rock watched the Hight fade on the figures
of the buffaloes. And as / watched them
melting away into the background. one by
one they sank TO the ground, until at last
the entire herd was lying at rest In tho long
dry grass.
ERNEST HAROLD BAYNES.