I Was On One Of
Lieutenant Baldwin's Horses, Too, And I Felt That There Might Be
Danger Of His Bolting
To his companion, Tom, when he saw him dashing
by, and as I was not anxious to join in a
Buffalo chase just at that
time, I begged Faye to go with me farther up the hill. But he would
not go back one step, assuring me that my horse was a trained hunter
and accustomed to such sights.
Lieutenant Baldwin gained steadily on the buffalo, and in a
wonderfully short time both passed directly in front of us - within a
hundred feet, Faye said. Lieutenant Baldwin was close upon him then,
his horse looking very small and slender by the side of the grand
animal that was taking easy, swinging strides, apparently without
effort and without speed, his tongue lolling at one side. But we could
see that the pace was really terrific - that Lieutenant Baldwin was
freely using the spur, and that his swift thoroughbred was stretched
out like a greyhound, straining every muscle in his effort to keep up.
He was riding close to the buffalo on his left, with revolver in his
right hand, and I wondered why he did not not shoot, but Faye said it
would be useless to fire then - that Lieutenant Baldwin must get up
nearer the shoulder, as a buffalo is vulnerable only in certain parts
of his body, and that a hunter of experience like Lieutenant Baldwin
would never think of shooting unless he could aim at heart or lungs.
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