"Then the second puma pounced." 134 "He launched himself on a long, splendid sweep over the gulf." 144 "After this the eagle came regularly every three or four hours with food for the prisoner." 160 "And the writhing tentacles composed themselves once more to stillness upon the bottom, awaiting the next careless passer-by." 176 "Without the slightest hesitation he whipped up two writhing tentacles and seized him." 188 LAST BULL LAST BULL That was what two grim old sachems of the Dacotahs had dubbed him; and though his official title, on the lists of the Zoological Park, was "Kaiser," the new and more significant name had promptly supplanted it. The Park authorities--people of imagination and of sentiment, as must all be who would deal successfully with wild animals--had felt at once that the name aptly embodied the tragedies and the romantic memories of his all-but-vanished race. They had felt, too, that the two old braves who had been brought East to adorn a city pageant, and who had stood gazing stoically for hours at the great bull buffalo through the barrier of the steel-wire fence, were fitted, before all others, to give him a name. Between him and them there was surely a tragic bond, as they stood there islanded among the swelling tides of civilization which had already engulfed their kindreds. "Last Bull" they had called him, as he answered their gaze with little, sullen, melancholy eyes from under his ponderous and shaggy front. "Last Bull"--and the passing of his race was in the name.