The daily morning journal and courier., 1906-01-13

to preven4L saucy,' the heifer buffalo calf. from Following her little brothers to the spoA smen's Show
 Next ma ming, when the trained calves werey led out of the yard, "saucv" nladte plunge for the open gate on1v to find 1t slammed rudely in her face My! Wasn't she angry With her shir4 tail straight in the air, she galloped uga and down the inclosure, srrorting and gfunting; and every now and then she Would rush at the fence, and either. stanld on her hind legs to look over it. da lie down and endeayor to scramble Underneath. But the men had not workell for nothing; the fence was impassablIe, and all her efforts to rejoin her brothers were in vain. By and bye a teara of heavy gray horses pulled away From Sunset Ridge" drawing a trucR, on which were per ched the cratks containing War Whoop" and "Fomahawk. and as the team passed down the road, a sorrow ful, hairy Ittls face was seen pressed close to the Wtre fence of the buffalo yard. For several minutes there were heard, above the rambling of the truck, hoarse grunts from the departing buff faloes. Every grunt was heard and loes. Every grunt was heard and answered by the loyal little creature left behind. At last the truck and famous freight passed out of sight and hearing. and "Saucy," after battling an hour or two with the obstinate, pitiless fence, lay down by the gate, in despair,
 The next time saw the buffalo team was on the day before the opening of the show, They were to open in the basement of the Mechanics building, and were munching hay with as little concern as though they were on their own New Hampshire range. I opened the door of the pen and called the lit- tie fellows by name Never before had they shown the slightest affecton for me, but now they ran to me and snuffed at my clothing; they had been away from me for three days and seemed really glad to see me again. I petted them awhile, put the yoke on them, hitched them to the cart, and drove them out on the floor of the basement. Here had been made q larger in- closure with a stout rail fence about it and in this it was proposed that the team should be driven twice a day during the show. I expected that the youngsters, not having been hitched up for some time and being now sur rounded by strange sights, sounds and odors, would naturally be a little un- rGly at first But nothing of the kind; they trotted quietly around the in- closure, curiously eying two Indian girls who were watching them over the fence. But the floor was of smooth cement, and very slippery and every now and then calf would go to it's knees or launches as 1t tried to make turn
 Next day the show was opened, and that evening the shaggy sons of War Cloud and Rain-ln- the Face made their
 bow to a Boston assembly. At half past seven, the hour set for their first appearance, there was a rush for the basement, and the crowd stood several deep all around the larger inolosure It was decided to drive them in the yoke on this occasion and in few minutes they wore ready to start At the last moment the halters were thrown off, and big cheer arose from the crowd, as at the word "haw' from VIII Morri son. their driver the brlght-eyed little fellows swung to the left, clrcled their pen, and entered the larger inclosure at sharp trot. The enthusiasm of the spectators seemed infectious and the calves increased their speed to a canter, which had there been half a chance, would soon have been gallop. But alas, they were on treacheroms ground, and as they attempted to make the second turn, their hard hoofs flew from under them on the slippery cement, and down they went in a heap. A few rowdles present laughed at this. but all about the inclosure there was murmur of protest, and many sharp criticisms of the management for fail- ing 10 have tanbaIk on the floor. After that the calves were driven at a walk, but even when walking they impressed all present with their strength and vigor.
 The question asked most often not only that evening, but throughout the show was How old are they?" and the answer, Eight months was always received with surprise and often with incredulity.
 But what created most surprise, per- haps, was the docility of the little fel- 1 lows. In spite of their shaggy coats, wild eyes and formidable-looking horns, they were almost if not quite, as quiet