. Bushy : a romance founded on fact . took the hint and fired. The buffalo ran asif nothing had happened. You can shoot all dayat a buffalo and unless you hit him in the right spothe doesnt mind it; his hide is so tough it even pro-tects him from bullets. Without any wajning thepony dashed ahead, and when he got up directlyon the flank of the great buffalo calf, Bushy firedagain, and this time down he came.^ The other animals then broke ring and followedthe main herd, but Bushy w^as the proudest hunter * This buffalo was, in 1876, displayed with other animals in theMaxwell collect
. Bushy : a romance founded on fact . took the hint and fired. The buffalo ran asif nothing had happened. You can shoot all dayat a buffalo and unless you hit him in the right spothe doesnt mind it; his hide is so tough it even pro-tects him from bullets. Without any wajning thepony dashed ahead, and when he got up directlyon the flank of the great buffalo calf, Bushy firedagain, and this time down he came.^ The other animals then broke ring and followedthe main herd, but Bushy w^as the proudest hunter * This buffalo was, in 1876, displayed with other animals in theMaxwell collection, in the Colorado building, at the time of the Cen-tennial Exposition held at Philadelphia. 68 BUSHY in camp that night over the fact that she had killedone of the finest specimens of buffalo that had beensecured for many a day. The head was so beautifulthat Air. Sukolt would not consent to its beingthrown away, but had the skin as well as the headsaved and sent to Denver, where a taxidermistfixed it up as if it were alive THE I^EW YORK ,PUBLIC LIBK^HY CHAPTER X Picture to yourself a girl of eleven summers asshe came one day out of one of the shanties at GreatPine Mine; a little girl still, dressed in coffee sacks,two making the skirt and one the blouse, whichwas gathered at the waist with a yellow up a rope bridle that lay on a brokenbench under the window, she ran to a horse pick-eted twenty feet away, sprang on his back andwent dashing at breakneck speed up and down therough road that led to the mines. An old man ap-proaching the camp was startled by the loud clatterof the horses hoofs, and his w^rinkled face turneda shade more safifron-like wdien he recognized therider. He dropped his pick and shovel, and withlong strides soon reached a bend, where, out ofsight, he waited for the horse and child. Fly, Ned, fly ! cried the little girl, and thehorse stretched his long limbs to cover moreground. They turned the bend and on seeing theold man, the litt
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