The Trail Boys of the Plains; Or, The Hunt for the Big Buffalo

by W. Bert Foster

[When the rifle spoke the huge head of the buffalo was almost under Poke’s belly]

[Dig spurred his horse over to the place and leaped down to give his chum a helping hand]

[Then Chet saw the bear—a big black fellow, standing erect]

[They fairly “wolfed” the venison steaks]

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CHAPTER I—SOMETHING ABOUT A BUFFALO

“Do you really suppose such a buffalo exists?” queried Chet Havens, who was braiding a whiplash.

“You’ve got me there, boy,” said his chum, Dig Fordham, trying for the hundredth time to carve his initials in the adamantine surface of the old horse-block, and with a dull jackknife.

“By the last hoptoad that was chased out of Ireland! wouldn’t it be just the Jim-dandy adventure, Chet, if we could go out after this herd and capture the king of them all? It would be great!”

“It would be great enough, all right,” admitted Chet, nodding. “But it would be some contract to capture such a bull. According to all accounts he must be as strong as an elephant and almost as big.”