“he wheeled immediately, and made at me a second time. i knew that if he once touched me i was gone. his horns were set, and his eyes glared with a terrible earnestness. i rushed towards the body of the buffalo that lay near, hoping that this might assist me in avoiding the onset. it did so, for, as he dashed forward over it, he became entangled among the limbs, and again charged without striking me. he turned, however, as quick as thought, and again rushed bellowing upon me. there was a tree near at hand. i had noticed it before, but i could not tell whether i should have time to reach it. i was now somewhat nearer it, and, fearing that i might not be able to dodge the furious brute any longer upon the ground, i struck out for the tree. you may be sure i did my best at running. i heard the bull coming after, but before he could overtake me, i had got to the root of the tree. it was my intention, at first, only to take shelter behind the trunk; but when i had got there, i noticed that there were some low branches, and catching one of these i swung myself up among them.

“the bull passed under me with a rush—almost touching my feet as i hung by the branch—but i was soon safely lodged in a fork, and out of his reach.

“my next thought was to load my gun, and fire at him from my perch, and, with this intention, i commenced loading. i had no fear but that he would give me an opportunity, for he kept round the tree, and at times attacked the trunk, butting and goring it with his horns, and all the while bellowing furiously. the tree was a small one, and it shook so, that i began to fear it might break down. i therefore made all the haste i could to get in the load, expecting soon to put an end to his attacks. i succeeded at length in ramming down the bullet, and was just turning the gun to put on a cap, when i recollected that the cap-box was still lying on the ground where it had fallen! the sudden attack of the animal had prevented me from taking it up. my caps were all within that box, and my gun, loaded though it was, was as useless in my hands as a bar of iron. to get at the caps would be quite impossible. i dared not descend from the tree. the infuriated bull still kept pacing under it, now going round and round, and occasionally stopping for a moment and looking angrily up.

“my situation was anything but a pleasant one. i began to fear that i might not be permitted to escape at all. the bull seemed to be most pertinacious in his vengeance. i could have shot him in the back, or the neck, or where i liked, if i had only had one cap. he was within three feet of the muzzle of my rifle; but what of that when i could not get the gun to go off? after a while i thought of making some tinder paper, and then trying to ‘touch off’ the piece with it, but a far better plan at that moment came into my head. while i was fumbling about my bullet-pouch to get at my flint and steel, of course my fingers came into contact with the lasso which was still hanging around my shoulders. it was this that suggested my plan, which was no other than to lasso the bull, and tie him to the tree!

“i lost no time in carrying it into execution. i uncoiled the rope, and first made one end fast to the trunk. the other was the loop-end, and reeving it through the ring, i held it in my right hand while i leaned over and watched my opportunity. it was not long before a good one offered. the bull still continued his angry demonstrations below, and passed round and round. it was no new thing for me to fling a lasso, and at the first pitch i had the satisfaction of seeing the noose pass over the bison’s head, and settle in a proper position behind his horns. i then gave it a twitch, so as to tighten it, and after that i ran the rope over a branch, and thus getting ‘a purchase’ upon it, i pulled it with all my might.

“as soon as the bull felt the strange cravat around his neck, he began to plunge and ‘rout’ with violence, and at length ran furiously out from the tree. but he soon came to the end of his tether; and the quick jerk, which caused the tree itself to crack, brought him to his haunches, while the noose tightening on his throat was fast strangling him. but for the thick matted hair it would have done so, but this saved him, and he continued to sprawl and struggle at the end of the rope. the tree kept on cracking, and as i began to fear that it might give way and precipitate me to the ground, i thought it better to slip down. i ran direct to where i had dropped the caps; and, having got hold of the box, i soon had one upon my gun. i then stole cautiously back, and while the bison was hanging himself as fast as he could, i brought his struggles to a period by sending a bullet through his ribs.

“as it was quite night when i had finished the business, of course i could not stay to butcher the bulls. i knew that you would be wondering what kept me, so i cut out the tongues, and coming by the place where i had left the grouse, brought them along. i left a ‘scare-wolf’ over both the bulls, however, and i guess we’ll find them all right in the morning.”

basil having finished the narration of his day’s adventures, fresh fuel was heaped on the embers, and a huge fire was built—one that would last until morning. this was necessary, as none of them had now either blankets or bedding. basil himself and norman were even in their shirt-sleeves, and of course their only chance for keeping warmth in their bodies would be to keep up a roaring fire all the night. this they did, and all four laying themselves close together, slept soundly enough.