Holbrook argus., 1910-02-15

the hufalO-
 "Where did he go?' says me brother.
 T glanced back at him, an he was standin'. wild-eyed, with the gun p'inted at the small of me back handed him wipe in the jaw, just 10 let him know I was directly for ninst him, an thin, systematic like, we inspected that prairie for miles around. There wasn't whisker left be which that buffalo could he traced. We even looked in the holes left be the prairie dogs, but he wasn't there
 Where did he go?' says me broth CT again.
 Me lad.' says I. If I knew where he wint.' says. that's where I'd go look for him. says I.
 After an hours search me brother an me found the hoss. He was lyin' down wiCh his tongue hangin' out about foot an a half like he'd ct blanket an hadn't swallyed the tail end of 1t. The blow was druv into the ground right up to the mug gle. That's what stopped him. So we made a melancholious procession back home to the dug-out, me thankin' the Lord that there hadn't been any occasion to fire that gun, an prepared to take oath that there wasn't buff falo in the state of Kansas.
 "As we got near the dug-out. we brother stopped.
 Listen, says he.
 ''l did. Did yer ever hear an ele- vated train runnin' through a boiler 1 factory just as crockery store col- lapsed on top of it? We'll, that's what was happenin' in the dug-out, judgiu' | be the external evidence of me ears.
 We have a caller says I to me brother.
 Thank the Lord says he. Even If it's thief says he, we'll have some one to. talk to-
 Hold the hoss,' says I. I'll go in an find out what's the matter says.
 "l opened the door, which was latched on the outside, and wint in. Faith, the innards of that dug-out locked like cyclone had bin playin' hide-an'-seek in it. As I stood won- derln' whether 1 should go into the back where the main ruction was, | saw an elephant or a locomotive or some thin comin' toward me, an made a giniral grab at it. got what came to hand, not hayin' time to select place to take holt. It was a buffalo, an he wint through the front door, with me swingin' on to his tail. out into the sunlight of the prairie.
 Don't shoot I shouted to me { brother as we came out Don't shoot I says. I have him, or he has me, don't know which yet says I.
 An we wint out of there, hell bint for election, me standin' out straight behind with me legs futtering in the breeze for all the world like a signal flag on the back of an express train. I put me foot down once as started. an the next time it touched the l ground it was a mile an three-qusr- l ters away, over in the next county. 1 Yer know that train that runs from 1 New York to Chicago in twinty hours? Well. that buffalo could have given it sixteen hours start an arruv simultaneous with it.
 We had gone seven miles before caught me breath. know 1t was seven miles because had only taken four steps. Be this time was sayin' to meself: Sunset was sayin'. 'yer're wande rim in strange lands was sayin'. an It's up to you to stop was sayin'. before yer run into the Atlantic ocean, I was sayin'.
 An thinkin' of leavin' me brother out there ip Kansas. lonesomer than 1 was that sympathetic. didn't dare to let so. If had I'd "a ripped hole in Kansas that wouldn't have bin 1 filled to this day. was travelin that 1 fast. Thln me diplomacy came to n:e rescue [ would be conciliatory with the buffalo.
 "'So, 8ossie,' says I. Lie down. i rowser.' I says. Whoa. mule.' says. Pretty pussy says. soft an soothin like. Polly want a cracker?' I says.
 "Bein diplomatic while hangin' on to the tail of buffalo. an traveiin' twinty one miles a second. more CT less, is one of the most tryiu' things l eyec have attimpted. Besides. didn't know how to address a buffa.0 ! proper. never before regretted me 1 ack of knowledge of the languages
 Tt was about this time in me flight that began to twist. Talk about twistjn' the tail of the British liou: had the American buffalo's tail 1 tied in double bow knot In minute. l Every twist put in added to tho buffalo's speed. an the faster he wint the twisteder I got Thin grew desprit.
 1 Gee, haw, Buck says I.
 An he bucked. wint sailin' away : from that buffalo like a swally on the