I replied, “Yes, sir.”
“What have you shot?”
“Two deer and something else,” I answered.
“And what is something else?” he inquired.
“I do not know, sir.”
“What did he look like?” the general interrogated.
“Had he horns?”
“I saw no horns, sir.”
“What colour was the animal?”
“You can see him, General,” I replied, “by climbing yonder tree.”
The general ascended the tree accordingly, and, looking through his spy-glass, which he always carried, exclaimed, “A buffalo, by heavens!” and coming nimbly down the tree, he gave orders for us to take a couple of horses, and go and dress the buffalo, and bring him to camp.