1869
<< Previous Next>> The Brooklyn Eagle Jan 5 1869 Robe “Very well,” said he. “Mike,” calling a hall – boy, ” run round to Snagg’s Stables, and toll him I’ll want my sleigh here at three o’clock; and say, toll him I want my best buffalo.” No sooner had he pronounced those words than the bison of the prairies sprung up before me, as I had read of him in a hundred books, with his huge tangled mane, his small bloodshot eye, his gigantic hoof, his terrible branching horns. I immediately determined to invent a pretext for not going; but … Read more