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Show 396 THE CALIFORNIA AND OREGON TRAIL. We encamped close to the river. The night was d ark, and as we lay down, we could hear mingled with the ho w I'm gs of w. olves the ho. arse bellowing of the buffalo ' lik e tl 1e ocean beat. mg upon a distant coast. • CHAPTER XXV. THE BUFFALO CAMP. "In pastures measureless as air, The bison is my noble game." BRYANT. No one in the camp was more active than Jim Gurney, and no one half so lazy as Ellis. Between these two there was a great antipathy. Ellis never stirred in the morning until he was compelled to, but Jim was always on his feet before daybreak; and this morning as usual the sound of his voice awak-ened the party. "Get up, you booby! up with you now, you're fit for no-thing but eating and sleeping. Stop your grumbling and come out of that buffalo-robe or I'll pull it off for you.' Jim's words were interspersed with numerous expletives, which gave them great additional effect. Ellis drawled out something in a nasal tone from among the folds of his buffalorobe; then slowly disengaged himself, rose into a sitting posture, stretched his long arms, yawned hideously, and finally raising his tall person erect, stood staring round him to all the four quarters of the horizon. Delorier's fire was soon blazing, |