tion I so much wished, I dropped a few yards behind; then, by dashing my spurs furiously on his sides, I was enabled to bring my horse to charge upon the buffalo's quarters. As I neared the animal I raised my pistol, and when about passing him, in a diagonal line, fired at less than four yards' distance. The now infuriated buffalo shrank as the ball took effect just back of the long hair on his shoulders. Under such headway was I when I discharged my pistol, that I was compelled to cut across directly in front of him and close to his head, and when safely on the opposite or right side I reined up, and once more dropped behind for another charge. Again I put spurs to their work, and as I fairly flew by, gave the buffalo another wound directly in his side. He was now foaming with rage and pain. His eyes resembled two deep-red balls of fire-his tongue was out, and curling inwardly, while his long and tufted tail was either carried high aloft or lashed madly against his sides—a wild, and at the same time, magnificent picture of desperation. "By this time my horse was almost completely subject to my guidance. He no longer pricked his ears with fear or sheered off as I approached the monster we were pursuing, but ran directly up so that I could almost touch the animal with my pistol. I had still two shots left in the repeater, and after discharging them, I intended to fall back upon the old Harper's Ferry, and, by a well-directed shot, make a finish of the business. "After firing my third shot I again crossed the path of the buffalo, and so near that my right foot nearly touched his horns. The wound I had given caused him to spring suddenly forward, thus bringing me in too close a contact to be either pleasing or prudent. On coming up with him a fourth time, and so near that the muzzle of my pistol was not two yards from his side, the barrel dropped off just as I was about to pull the trigger. As I dashed by the infuriated animal, he vainly endeavoured to gore and overthrow my horse by suddenly turning his head and springing at me. "The chase was now up so far as I was concerned, for the pistol was a borrowed one, and very valuable. I had checked my horse and dismounted to search for it, when Lieutenant Lubbock came up. His horse was completely broken down and unable to reach the buffalo-in the hurry and excitement I told him to mount mine immediately and continue the pursuit. Soon he was up with the buffalo. By this time, so kindly had the horse taken to his work, that his rider was able to fire every shot without once passing the wounded animal. The latter gored the horse once with his left horn, but did not hurt him seriously. "The other pursuer with the mule still continued the chase, and as the pace of the buffalo slackened from the loss of blood and weariness, the former gradually crept up. I stopped to gaze upon the exciting scene. Every minute or two a flash and smoke would be seen, and then the sharp report of the pistol would reach the spot where I stood. "In this way the chase was continued until Lieutenant L. had discharged his own arms, together with my holster pistols. He then pulled up, and the other pursuer mounted my horse and continued the chase. I could not help pitying the noble animal, which had by this time run at least six miles. In a very short time the new pursuer was up with the buffalo, and again I could see the smoke as each pistol was discharged; but by this time the space between us was too great for me to hear the reports. I gazed until both the pursued and the pursuer were mere black specks upon the prairie, and never turned my eyes until they were completely lost in the distance." ENGLISH AND AMERICAN GAME. BY FRANK FORESTER. * "It wanted scarce an hour of sunset, on a calm, bright October evening-that season of unrivalled glory in the wide wood * Henry Wm. Herbert, Esq., of the Cedars, Newark, N. J., author of Cromwell, The Brothers, Marmaduke Wyvill, etc. etc. The editor is indebted to Mr. Graham's excellent magazine, (published monthly in Philadelphia,) for the following dissertation upon several topics of very general interest. lands of America, wherein the dying year appears to deck herself, as it is told of the expiring dolphin, with such a gorgeousness of short-lived hues as she had never shown in her full flush of summer life and beauty,-it wanted, as I have said, scarce an hour of sunset, and all the near and mountainous horizon was veiled as it were by a fine, gauzelike drapery of filmy yellow mist, while every where the level sunbeams were checkering the scenery with lines of long rich light and cool blue shadow, when a small four-wheeled wagon, with something sportsmanlike and rakish in its build, might have been seen whirling at a rapid rate over one of the picturesque uneven roads, that run from the banks of the Hudson, skirting the lovely range of the Western Highlands, through one-the fairest-of the river counties of New York. This little vehicle, which was drawn by an exceedingly clever, though somewhat cross-made, chestnut cob, with a blaze on his face, and three white legs, contained two persons, with a quantity of luggage, among which a couple of gun-cases were the most conspicuous, and a brace of beautiful and high-bred English pointers. The driver was a smart, natty lad, dressed in a dark gray frock, with livery buttons, and a narrow silver cord for a hat-band; and, while he handled the ribbons with the quick finger and cool head of an experienced whip, he showed his complete acquaintance with the way, by the readiness and almost instinctive decision with which he selected the right hand or the left of the several acute and intricate turns and crossings of the road. The other was a young gentleman of some five or six-andtwenty years, finely and powerfully made, though not above the middle height, with curly light brown hair, and a fair, bright complexion, indicative of his English blood. Rattling along the limestone road, which followed the course of a large rapid trout stream, that would in Europe have been termed a river, crossing it now and then on rustic wooden bridges, as it wound in broad, devious curves hither and thither through the rich meadow-land, they reached a pretty village, embosomed in tall groves and pleasant orchards, crowning a little knoll with its white cottages and rival steeples; but, making no pause, though a neat tavern might well have tempted the most fastidious traveller, they swept onward, keeping the stream on their right hand, until, as they came to the foot of a small steep ascent, the driver touched his hat, saying-We have got through our journey now, sir; the house lies just beyond the hill.' He scarce had finished speaking, before they topped the hillock, and turning short to the right hand, pulled up before a neat white gate in a tall fence, that separated the road from a large piece of woodland, arrayed in all the gorgeous colours wrought by the first sharp frost of autumn. The well-kept winding lane, to which the gate gave access, brought them, within a quarter of a mile, to a steep rocky bank, feathered with junipers, and here and there a hickory or maple shadowing the dense undergrowth of rhododendrons, kalmias, and azalias, that sprung in rich luxuriance from every rift and cranny of the gray limestone ledges. Down this the road dived, by two rapid zigzags, to the margin of the little river, which foamed along its base, where it was spanned by a single arch, framed picturesquely of gnarled unbarked timber, and then swept in an easy curve up a small lawn, lying fair to the southern sun, to the door of a pretty cottage, which lay midway the northern slope of the valley, its rear sheltered by the hanging woodlands, which clothed the hills behind it to their very summit. A brilliant light was shining from the windows to the right of the door, as if of a merry fire and several candles mingled; and, in a minute or two after the wheels of the wagon rattled upon the wooden bridge, it was evident that the door was thrown open; for a long stream of mellow light burst out on the fast darkening twilight, and the next moment a tall figure, clearly defined against the bright background, was seen upon the threshold. A minute more, and the chestnut cob was pulled up in front of the neat portico, and the young Englishman leaped out, and darted up the steps. "Well, Fred, you're here at last 666 'Harry, old fellow, by Jupiter! but I'm glad to see you!' "And so am I right glad, Fred; and really obliged to you for coming up to see me here in the mountains. I would have come down to the river myself for you, but I had to ride over into Deer Park after breakfast, to get a match for Master Bob there' -pointing as he spoke to the chestnut cob, which, not a whit the worse for his long rapid drive, stood champing his light bit, and pawing up the gravel, as if he had but just been brought out of the stable. I hope he brought you up in good style, Fred?' 666 "That he did, Harry; that he did, in prime style! Two hours and forty minutes from-Newburgh don't you call it ?-up to your gate here; and that's twenty-eight good miles, I fancy-' Thirty, Fred, thirty; every yard of it. It's twenty-eight and better to the village-but come in, come in; and you, sir, get out all the traps, and put them in the hall till Timothy has time to look to them, and take Bob round to the stables, and go to work upon him. What are those-pointers, Fred? Exactly! well, put them in the little kennel by themselves, and see they are well fed and bedded. Pointers are no use here, Fred. Englishbroke pointers, I would say they range too high, and cannot face our coverts. But come in. I was just taking a cup of coffee and a weed; for I dined early, knowing that you could not be here in time; and we will have some supper by and by, and in the mean time you shall either join me in the mocha, or have a long cool drink, or something short, just as you fancy it.' "And with the words, my old friend Harry Archer-for the host was no other than that worthy, who had exchanged his menage in the city for a snug shooting-box among the hills of Warwick-led his old friend, who had but lately landed from the Boston steamer, through a small vestibule adorned with stands of myrtle and geranium and two or three camelias, into a narrow hall or passage, the walls of which were decked with several pairs of red deer antlers-whence swung full many a sylvan implement—a map or two of the adjoining states, and several of Herring's lifelike portraits-the champions of the English Turf, the winners of the Leger and the Derby. "This is but a little box, Heneage,' said Harry as they entered- My one spare bed is literal. There were but four rooms in the house when I bought it, unless you count the garrets, which are not habitable; but I have built a kitchen and two or three servants' rooms behind; and so we must make shif till I get rich enough to add some more bed-chambers-the people hereabout swear that I am crazy, and that I lodge my horses and my dogs better than I do myself. But if it is small, |