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ing at a short distance, as they followed their prey. At length, the buffalo lowered bis head, presented his sharp-pointed horns, stopped for a moment, then, with a sudden plunge, he rushed upon me, and I fired. My ball pierced his skull, and I was half saved. The animal fell within a pace of me, like a mass of rock, so loud, and so heavy. I planted my foot between his two horns, and was preparing to fire my second barrel, when a long and hollow bellowing indicated that my victory was completeathe monster had breathed his last sigh. My Indians then came up. Their joy was succeeded by admiration ; they were in ecstacy ; I was everything they could wish for. All their doubts had vanished with the smoke of my rifle, when, with steady aim, I had shot the buffalo. I was brave ; I had won their confidence ; I had stood the test. My victim was cut up in pieces, and borne in triumph to the village As the
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