Sunset Ranch: A Story of a Boy's Adventures in the West — page 81: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER VI. A DAKOTA BLIZZARD. Apparently their presence was as yet unknown to the buffaloes, for they appeared to be feeding— Karl had made sure that the wind was right ere ad- vancing to the edge of the timber. At sight of the big game, Cuthbert felt all the eager symptoms that stamp a true hunter—he yearned to be crawling up among them or, mounted on his fleet horse, pursuing them in headlong fashion over the prairie. Karl was the one to decide upon their course of action, and his will was to be as despotic as that of Cesar, from which there could be no appeal. So the young Virginia lad restrained his impa- tience and waited for the word. Meanwhile he watched the bison. a To his mind they seemed contented enough with their surroundings, but Karl detected an uneasi- ness that aroused his curiosity, since he was sure it could not spring from their presence near by. “There’s something they don’t just exactly fancy around about—a wolf, likely enough, but I see no calf to be in danger,’ and Karl shook his head in a puzzled way, as though the situation might be too much for him. “What is that object yonder crawling through the grass?” asked his companion in a whisper, as he pointed in a certain direction. “Mr. Wolf, on your life, but I declare I don’t remember ever seeing one that crawled so clumsy. There he goes up to that cow standing alone—if he tackles her I’ll be more than surprised. Look yonder, what in all creation does that mean?” C© inn Ie [DOO S CO