long left in doubt, as on reaching a slight eminence, a sight disclosed
itself that I shall never forget; and my blood thrills even now with the
remembrance of my first buffalo hunt.

It may seem odd to talk of my first buffalo hunt, as the question would
naturally be asked, how could a prisoner participate in a hunt; the
sequel will explain.

The chiefs had halted, and the rear coming up, we were soon clustered in
a group on this rising ground. Directly in front of us, at the distance
of about three miles, I should judge, was an immense herd of buffaloes.
The plain was positively black, so numerous were they. All unconscious
of their foes, they were quietly grazing, while here and there a
watchful old bull seemed to have stationed himself as an outpost, being
in readiness, if needs were, to instantly communicate the signal of
danger to the herd. It was a glorious sight; even the horses shared in
the excitement, and evinced as great a desire to participate in the hunt
as did their masters. Presently a warrior rode out from the main body a
few paces and tossed the feather. This is done to note the direction of
the wind, for such is the keenness of scent possessed by these animals,
that they will take the alarm and become aware of the approach of an
enemy at great distances. If the drove had discovered us at this
distance, our visions of fresh hump steak for supper would have resolved
themselves into the dried meat of the morning.

The wind being favorable, we commenced the advance; slowly at first, but
gradually increasing our speed, until the horses were straining every
muscle in their headlong race. Lances were slung, and bows and arrows
got in readiness with an ease and expertness that was truly wonderful,
considering our rapid riding. The bridles were dropped on the necks of
the mustangs, the riders using their knees both as a steering apparatus
and a means of holding on. As near as I could understand, our guard was
to keep as close to the hunters as was consistent with our safety,
without joining in the fun. Everything went on smoothly, and we had
approached to within a half mile of the herd before they noticed us.
Soon, however, the old bulls scented the party, and with a snort and
plunge they tore headlong towards the head of the drove, communicating
the alarm as they ran. With a yell the savages dashed on, horse and
rider worked up to the highest pitch of excitement; arrows began to fly,
and here and there a co