My first buffalo hunt (1918) (14764687791)

Identifier: myfirstbuffalohu00arms (find matches)
Title: My first buffalo hunt
Year: 1918 (1910s)
Authors: Armstrong, Thomas R. (from old catalog)
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Publisher: Chicago, New York, M. A. Donohue & co
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation



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lift his har. Them Injuns claim we have no right,To this their land, so us they fight,And when white men, in hunts engage,It shorely makes them heathens rage. You asked me once, Why that Stampede. It was the noble ( ?) redmans deed—Back many miles they made the charge, Upon that herd, you saw so large. And scairt the critters (plain to see) Over on the Arickaree,And doin it, they made such fuss, They run em over onto us. By this time night was falling fast—Twas growing dark within the den, The roar of guns had ceased at last,And we were tired and hungry men. Old Captain Bang then rose, and said,We must have somethin now to eat, Since early morn, we havent fed,And you are both worn out complete. 22 BUFFALO HUNT Worn out ? ah! we were sick and tired,And scarcely able to stand up, That strenuous day, just bout expired,Had furnished us a bitter cup. I could have eaten a raw mule,It seemed to me / zvus so faint, I scarce could rise from the old stool,Whereon I mourned out my complaint.
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It was the Noble (?) Red-Mans Deed. Them hosses boys I clar forgot,I left em in that old stockade, Run, down and see, fer like as not,The redskins on em made a raid. Ill have some supper, for you sure,When you come back upon the hill, And that will all your troubles cure,When you have et it to your fill. BUFFALO HUNT 23 Ive cut from out a buffalo, The finest steak you ever et,Twas just about ten hours ago— The time you lads will not forget. Well camp close by them critters, killedBy me, before that big stampede— In servin wild meat, I am skilled, And you shall have one great big feed! Thus spoke our hardy Pioneer,Then as he left us there, he said: Them skunks have went, you neednt fear,Them thar thets left, fer they air dead. CANTO V An half hour later we returned, From the stockade, hard by the stream, And on the hill a hot fire burned, Which cooked a meal that was a dream. Full justice cant be done in verse,To such repast: such tender steak! Such juicy steak!! No rich mans purse