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Show GAME- RUNNING BUFFALO. 249 The scenery from the " divide" was in beautiful contrast with that of the country left behind us. Broad and grassy valleys were spread out before us, bounded by low rounded hills covered with verdure, over which ranged bands of buffalo, while little flocks of antelope bounded graceflilly around us. The low bottom of the Medicine- bow, upon which we are encamped, is thickly covered with excellent grass, and the stream has an extensive fringe of willows and rose- bushes, with occasional groves of cotton-wood and aspens. The night was too cloudy to admit of an observation ; but a meridian altitude of the sun gave for latitude 41° 41' 50". 9. Wednesday, September 25.- The wind blew furiously all night; and as we had for so long a time been unaccustomed to the sound of the blast rushing through a forest, our slumbers were frequently broken by the apprehension lest the tall trees, beneath whose spreading branches we had encamped, should be blown down upon our heads. Immediately upon leaving camp, we crossed the Medicine- bow, and ascended a high bluff, whence Laramie's Peak was distinctly visible, bearing north, 45° east. The route continued over a rolling country, crossing several small streams heading in the Medicine- bow Mountains on our right. Game was seen during the day, in greater abundance than we had yet met with it; and, from the fact of our being off the great line of emigration, the buffalo were quite tame, some of the old bulls allowing us to approach very near to them and moving off quite lazily. The antelope, too, seemed to regard us with more curiosity than fear, and repeatedly stopped within shot to take a good look at us, and then trotted off entirely at their leisure. Being - already supplied with meat from yesterday's slaughter, we suffered them to frisk around us unmolested; scorning to touch venison when buffalo- meat was so abundant. An incident occurred in the course of the morning which came near proving fatal to my friend, Lieutenant Gunnison. Seeing a small band of buffalo near at hand, he started on his horse to run one of them down, as the creature's hide was wanted for the repair of our little wagon. The train had passed on for about a mile, when one of the men galloped up and reported that Lieutenant Gunnison's horse had thrown 1pm, and that he was fearful something serious had happened. I instantly rode rapidly to the point indicated; and found my excellent officer partially delirious, reclining on the ground, his face and hands covered with blood, and |