The Only White Buffalo

DnriDg the surumer of 1875 bands of Indians retnrning froin a hunt far ont on the plains bronght in stories of baving geen at different times and in different places, and always iii the center of a large herd, a white buffalo. They had nsed their best horses in the effort to overtake it to no purpose, never being able to get anywhere near the animal. I At first we did not pay much attentiou to these stories, bnt still it kept cropping up from different camps, and at last, in the fall of 1875, I myself had a chance to verify the truth of the report. I had been sent on duty north along the ' Eed Deer river and was camped near a large band of Blaokfeet, who were hunting south of that river. The bnff aloes had moved uorth in vast numbers, and the ' prairie was black with them. ] I had gone ont one morning with a party of Blackfeet to see one of their hnnts, and also to try and kill for myeelf. My horse was a good one and mnch faster thau any belonging to the Indian hunters. I had got detached from the party, becoming tired of the slaughter, and must have been at least 20 miles from camp, when I made for a small clump of .tim.ber not f ar off, inteuding to bnild a fire and roasfc a portion of some buffalo meat Í had on the saddle with me. As I approached the wood a band of about 100 animáis burst ont of the brush and made off to the south, and, yes, most certaiuly, in the middle of theru was a white buffalo. Although they were a quarter of a mile away, there could be no mistake abont it. He was there as Jarge as life and quite white and running like a deer. Tüere was no time to much more thau take in the scène, but I gathered up the reins and was af ter hiin, determined to bag that buffalo or kill my horse. Oh, what a race it -was, xnile after mile! And, althongh all the band, with the esception of about a dozen, had split off .and gone in different directions, the ■w-hite animal, with his bodyguard of about a dozen kept at abont the same disrance ahead. I could catch a glimpse of nim now and then, and there was no doubt he was snow white. Get witbin shot I could not for many miles. At last they began to tire, and, althongh iny horse tired also, I had good hopes of coming up and getting a shot. Alas, for snch a chance! Of a sndden my horse lurched forward on his uose, seuding me over hishead on to the prairie and turning a somersault himself, missing me by only a few feet. He had put his foot into a badger hole and brought my hopes of a white robe o - J to a suddeu