I am going to change saddles with you and let you ride the best buffalo horse on the Plains." He was astonished and delighted to think I would let him ride Brigham, the most famous buffalo horse in the West.

When we drew near the herd I pointed out a fine four-year-old bull with a splendid head.

I galloped alongside.

Brigham spotted the buffalo I wanted, and after my companion's third shot the brute fell.

My pupil was overjoyed with his success, and appeared to be so grateful to me that I felt sure I should be able to sell him three or four blocks of Rome real estate at least.
I invited him to take dinner, and served as part of the repast the meat of the buffalo he had shot.