three buffaloes with wings.
our travellers next morning resumed their journey, and for several days continued on without meeting any incident worth recording. they crossed many large streams, among which may be mentioned the neches and trinity of texas.
on the “divide,” between the trinity and brazos rivers, an adventure befell them that came near having a painful result.
in hot weather it was their custom to halt during the noon hours, both to refresh themselves and rest their animals. this is the custom of most travellers through these wild regions, and is called “nooning.”
with this intention, one day, they drew bridle by the edge of a tract of prairie, and dismounted. behind them was the forest through which they had just passed, and before them lay the prairie, which they intended to cross in the cool of the evening. the surface of the latter was quite level, covered with a green mantle of young buffalo-grass, with here and there an island of low timber that broke the monotony of the view. in the distance a thick forest of live oak bounded the prairie on the other side; and although the latter appeared only two or three miles distant, it was not less than ten—so deceptive is the pure atmosphere of these upland regions. the country in which they now were was what is termed “timber prairie”—that is, a prairie interspersed with groves and copses.
i say our adventurers had just dismounted, and were about to take off their saddles, when an exclamation from françois drew the attention of his brothers.
“voilà!” cried he, pointing out to the open ground. “buffaloes—buffaloes!”
basil and lucien looked in the direction pointed out. three large dark objects were seen on the crest of a low swell in the prairie. they were moving about; and one was evidently smaller than the others.
“of course they are buffaloes,” continued françois. “look at their size! two bulls and a cow, no doubt.”
his brothers agreed with him. none of the three had ever seen buffaloes in their native wilderness; and of course had but an indistinct idea of how they might appear from a distance. buffaloes they must be—elk or deer would look red—wolves red or white; and they could not be bears, as these last would not likely be out on the prairie in threes, unless, indeed, they might be grizzly bears—who do sometimes go out into the open ground to dig for the “pomme-blanche” and other roots. this, however, was not probable, as the grizzly bears are seldom or never found so far to the eastward. no. they were not “grizzlys.” they were not wild horses neither, that was plain enough. buffaloes, then, they must be.
like all who see buffaloes for the first time in their native pastures, our young hunters were filled with excitement—the more so, since to meet with these animals was the object of their expedition, of the long and perilous journey they had undertaken.
a hurried consultation followed as to how they should capture these three. it was true that none of them was a white buffalo; but no matter. our hunters wanted to taste buffalo-beef; and the chase after these would give them practice, which might serve them afterwards. how, then, were they to set about it?
“why, run them, of course,” counselled the ready françois, with the air of an experienced buffalo-hunter.
now, there are several methods of hunting buffaloes, practised upon the prairies, both by whites and indians. the most common is that of which françois spoke, “running.” this is done by simply overtaking the buffalo, galloping alongside of him—the hunter, of course, being on horseback—and shooting him through the heart while he runs. shoot him in the region of the heart you must; for you may put twenty bullets into his great body elsewhere, and he will still manage to get away from you. the hunters aim a little above the brisket, and behind the fore-shoulder. the white hunters use the rifle, or sometimes a large pistol—which is better for the purpose, as they can load it more easily while going in a gallop. the indians prefer the bow—as they can shoot arrow after arrow in quick succession, thus slaying many buffaloes in a single “run.” so expert are they with this weapon, that their arrows have been known to pierce through the bodies of large buffaloes, and pass clear out on the other side! at times the indians use spears with which they thrust the buffaloes, while galloping alongside of them.
another method of hunting these animals, is termed “approaching.”
“approaching” buffaloes is nothing else than creeping stealthily on them until within range, when the hunter fires, often loads again and fires, and so on, until many of them are killed, before their companions take the alarm and scamper off. indeed, the hunter will sometimes crawl up to a herd; and concealing himself behind the bodies of those he has already killed, fire away until many have fallen. in doing this he takes care to keep to leeward; for if otherwise, and these animals—who have much keener scent than sight—should happen to “wind” him, as it is termed, they are off in a moment. so keen is their scent, that they can detect an enemy to windward at the distance of a mile or more. in “approaching,” the hunter sometimes disguises himself in the skin of a wolf or deer; when the buffaloes, mistaking him for one of these animals, permit him to get within shooting distance. an indian has been known to creep up in this manner into the midst of a buffalo herd, and with his bow and arrows, silently shoot one after another, until the whole herd lay prostrate! “approaching” is sometimes a better method than “running.” the hunter thus saves his horse—often a jaded one—and is likely to kill a greater number of buffaloes, and get so many more hides, if that be his object, as it sometimes is. when he is a traveller only, or a beaver-trapper, who wants to get a buffalo for his dinner, and cares for no more than one, then “running” is the more certain mode of obtaining it. in this way, however, he can kill only one, or at most two or three; for, while he is shooting these, and loading between times, the herd scatters, and runs out of his reach; and his horse is apt to be too much “blown” to allow him to overtake them again.
a third method of hunting buffaloes is the “surround.” this is practised only by the indians—as the white hunters of the prairies are rarely ever in such numbers as would enable them to effect a “surround.” the name almost explains the nature of this hunt, which is practised as follows:—when a hand of indian hunters discover a herd of buffaloes, they scatter and deploy into a circle around them. they soon accomplish this on their swift horses, for they are mounted—as all prairie-hunters are sure to be, whether whites or indians. as soon as the circle is formed, the indians ride inward with loud yells, and drive the buffaloes into a thick clump in the centre. they then dash upon them with bows and lances—each hunter killing as many as he can. the buffaloes become confused, run to and fro, and but few of them in the end get off. a herd of hundreds, and even thousands, is sometimes slaughtered at one of these battues. the indians make this wholesale destruction for two objects; first, to get the meat, which they preserve by “jerking”—that is, by cutting into thin strips and drying in the sun—and, secondly, for the skins with which they cover their tents, make their beds, and part of their clothing. many of them they barter at the trading-houses of the whites—established in remote regions for this purpose—where they receive in exchange knives, rifles, lead, powder, beads, and vermilion.
another method the indians have of hunting the buffalo, is not unlike the last, but is still more fearful to witness.
most of the region where the buffaloes range consists of high upland prairies, such as in asia are called “steppes,” and in mexico and south america “mesas,” or “table-lands.” such plains are elevated from three to six thousand feet above the level of the sea. in many places on these table-lands there are deep rifts called “cañons,” or more properly “barrancas,” that have probably been formed by running water during rain-storms. these are often dry, and look like vast fissures opening down into the earth—often for a thousand feet or more—and extending away for scores of miles across the prairie. sometimes two of them intersect each other, forming a triangular space or peninsula between; and the traveller on reaching this point is obliged to turn back, as he finds himself almost encircled by precipices yawning downward into the earth. whenever the indians get a herd of buffaloes near one of these cañons, they surround them on three sides, and guide them towards the precipice; and when they are near enough, gallop forward with wild shouts, causing the buffaloes to dash madly and blindly over. a whole herd will sometimes leap a precipice in this way—those in the front being forced over by the others, and, these in turn pressed, either to take the leap or be thrust by the spears of the pursuing horsemen. sometimes when the indians are not insufficient numbers to make a “surround” of buffalo, they collect buffalo chips, and build them in little piles so as to represent men. these piles are placed in two rows, gradually converging towards each other, and leading to one of the aforementioned bluffs. between these two rows they drive the buffaloes, that, mistaking the piles of their own “chips” for indians, are guided onwards to the edge of the precipice, when the hunters make their noisy rush, and force them over.
there are other methods of buffalo-hunting, such as pursuing them in the snow, when the hunters in their snow-shoes easily overtake and slaughter them. some mexican buffalo-hunters (in the southern prairies called “ciboleros”) capture the buffalo with the lasso; but this method is not often practised, except when they wish to catch the young calves alive for the purpose of raising them.
now, all these methods were familiar to our three young hunters—that is, familiar from descriptions—as they had often heard about them from old trappers who came down among the settlements of louisiana, and who sometimes spent the night under their father’s roof—for the colonel liked very much to entertain these old trappers, and get a talk out of them. it was from this source then, that françois derived his ideas of buffalo-hunting, which led him in the pride of his knowledge to exclaim, “run them, of course.”
basil and lucien took a little time to consider it, all the while keeping their eyes fixed upon the three buffaloes. there was just one a-piece, which they could separate, and run down—they were far from any cover, and it might therefore be difficult to “approach” them—moreover the horses were fresh, for the day before had been sunday, and our adventurers had always made it a rule to lie by on that day, to rest both themselves and their animals. this they did in accordance with a command given to them by their father at starting. all things considered, then, “running” was the best plan, and it was the one they resolved to adopt.
jeanette was tied to a tree, and left behind with her packs, that had not yet been taken off. marengo, of course, was taken along with them, as he might prove useful in pulling down one of the old bulls if wounded. everything that might encumber the hunters was left with jeanette; and all three rode out upon the prairie, and made direct for the animals. it was agreed that each should choose one of them, and then do his best with gun and pistols. françois had put buck-shot into both barrels, and was full of confidence that he was about to “throw” his first buffalo.
as they drew nearer, a lustrous appearance upon the bodies of the strange animals attracted their attention. were they buffaloes, after all?
the brothers rode quietly onward, observing them with attention. no, buffaloes they were not. the rough shaggy bodies of these would not shine so, for they glittered in the sun as they moved about. buffaloes they could not be.
“that they are not,” said lucien, after a deliberate look through his fingers.
“what are they then?” inquired françois.
“listen!” replied lucien; “do you hear that?”
all three had drawn bridle. a loud “gobble—obble—obble,” proceeded from the animals, evidently uttered by some one of the three.
“as i live,” exclaimed françois, “that’s the gobble of an old turkey-cock!”
“neither more nor less,” replied lucien, with a smile. “they are turkeys!”
“turkeys!” echoed basil, “turkeys taken for buffaloes! what a grand deception!”
and all three at first looked very blank at each other, and then commenced laughing heartily at the mistake they had made.
“we must never tell of this,” said basil, “we should be laughed at, i reckon.”
“not a bit of it,” rejoined lucien, “such mistakes are often made, even by old travellers on the prairies. it is an atmospheric illusion very common. i have heard of a worse case than ours—of a raven having been taken for a buffalo!”
“when we meet the buffaloes then, i suppose we shall mistake them for mammoths,” remarked françois; and the disappointed hunters now turned their attention to the capturing of birds instead of buffaloes.
