indulged in very often.

I took care of the hides and heads of the buffaloes the Grand Duke had
shot, as he wanted them all preserved as souvenirs of his hunt, which
he was now enjoying immensely. I also cut the choice meat from the cow
that he had killed and brought it into camp. At supper he had the
pleasure of dining on buffalo meat which he himself had provided.

Eight buffaloes were killed by Alexis during the three days we remained
in camp. He spent most of his time in the saddle, and soon became
really accomplished. After he had satisfied himself as to his own
ability as a buffalo killer he expressed a desire to see how the
Indians hunted them. He had never seen bows and arrows used in the
pursuit of game. Spotted Tail, who had joined the hunt according to his
promise, picked out some of his best hunters, and when Alexis joined
them directed them to surround a herd. They were armed with bows and
arrows and lances.

I told the Grand Duke to follow one particularly skillful brave whose
name was Two Lance, who had a reputation for being able to drive an
arrow clear through the body of a bull. The Indian proved equal to his
fame. He hauled alongside of an animal, and, bending his powerful bow,
let fly an arrow, which passed directly through the bulky carcass of a
galloping brute, who fell dead instantly. The arrow, at the Grand
Duke's request, was given to him as a souvenir which he doubtless often
exhibited as proof of his story when some of his European friends
proved a little bit skeptical of his yarns of the Western Plains.

When the visitor had had enough of buffalo hunting, orders were given
to return to the railroad. The conveyance provided for Alexis and
General Sheridan was an old-fashioned Irish dogcart, drawn by four
spirited cavalry horses. The driver was old Bill Reed, an
overland-stage driver, and our wagon-master. The Grand Duke vastly
admired the manner in which he handled the reins.

On the way over, General Sheridan told his guest that I too was a
stage-driver, and Alexis expressed a desire to see me drive.

"Cody," called the general, "come back here and exchange places with
Reed. The Grand Duke wants you to drive for a while."

In a few minutes I had the reins, and we were racing across the
prairie. We jogged along steadily enough, despite a pretty rapid pace,
and this did not suit General Sheridan at all.

"Shake 'em up a little, Bill," he told me as we were approaching
Medicine Creek. "