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Show 90 THE CALIFORNIA AND OREGON TRAIL. rie in this place was hard and level. A flourishing colony of prau· 1·e -do gs had burrowed into it in every direction, and the little mounds of fresh earth around their holes were about as numerous as the hills in a corn-field; but not a yelp was to be heard . not the nose of a single citizen was visible; all had ' retired to the depths of their burrows, and we envied them their dry and comfortable habitations. An hour's hard riding showed us our tent dimly looming through the storm, one side puffed out by the force of the wind, and the other collapsed in proportion, while the disconsolate horses stood shivering close around, and the wind kept up a dismal whistling in the boughs of three old half-dead trees above. Shaw, like a patriarch, sat on his saddle in the entrance, with a pipe in his mouth, and his arms folded, contemplating, with cool satisfaction, the piles of meat that we :flung on the ground before him. A dark and dreary night succeeded ; but the sun rose, with a heat so sultry and languid that the Captain excused himself on that account ~ from waylaying an old buffalo bull, who with stupid gravity was walking over the prairie to drink at the river. So much for the climate of the Platte ! But it was not the weather alone that had produced this sudden abatement of the sportsman-like zeal which the Captain had always professed. He had been out on the afternoon before, together with several 1nembers of his party; but their hunting was attended with no other result than the loss of one of their best horses, severely injured by Sorel, in vainly chasing a wounded bull. The Captain, whose ideas of hard riding were a ll de n·v e d f rom transatlantic sources, expressed the ut~ost amazement at the feats of Sorel, who went leaping ravine s, an d d as h'm g at full speed up and down the ides of THE BUFFALO. 91 precipitous hills, lashing his horse with the recklessness of a Rocky Mountain rider. Unfortunately for the poor animal, he was the property of R , against whom Sorel entertained an unbounded aversion. The Captain himself, it seemed, had also attempted to 'run' a buffalo, but though a good and practised horseman, he had soon given over the attempt, being astonished and utterly disgusted at the nature of the ground he was required to ride over. Nothing unusual occurred on that day; but on the following morning, Henry Chatillon, looking over the ocean-like expanse, saw near the foot of the distant hills something that looked like a band of buffalo. He was not sure, he said, but at all events, if they were buffalo, there was a fine chance for a race. Shaw and I at once determined to try the speed of our horses. 'Come, Captair ; we'll see which can ride hardest, a Yankee or an Irishman.' But the Captain maintained a grave and austere countenance. l-Ie mounted his led horse, however, though very slowly; and we set out at a trot. The game appeared about three miles di tant. As we proceeded, the Captain made various remarks of doubt and indecision ; and at length declared he would have nothing to do with such a break neck business; protesting that he had ridden plenty of steeple-chases in his day, but he never knew what riding was till he found himself behind a band of buffalo day before yesterday. 'I am convinced,' said the Captain, 'that" running" is out of the question.* Take * The method of hunting called 'running,' consists in attacking the buffalo on horsebac 1 t ancl s l1 oot·m g h1' m w1·t h bu ll ets or arrows when at full speed. In 'app 1.0 ac h'm g' t h e h unter conceals hr.m self, and crawls on the ground towards the game, or lies in wait to kill them. I |