man's legs. The fierce onslaught made by the Indians on the herd at
length divided it, some of the animals going off to the south-east,
others to the south-west. Greatly to our satisfaction they then passed
by on either side of our camp, several of their number being brought
down by Ben Folkard's and Pierre's unerring rifles, three also being
killed by our Indian followers. We, as well as the Indians, however,
excited by the chase, still followed the buffaloes, although it seemed
to me that we had already as much meat as the people could possibly
consume.

Away we went, the Indians pursuing the cows, which they had singled out,
their flesh being of the most value, though they were much smaller than
the bulls. I confess, as they were all galloping along together, that I
could scarcely distinguish one from the other. I found myself at length
alone, pursuing part of the herd which had turned away eastward. I had
managed to knock over two animals, and having again loaded made chase
after a cow which had separated from her companions, I being determined
to shoot her and then return. For some time she gave me no chance, as,
unless I could obtain a broadside shot, there was no use in firing. My
horse was beginning to get blown, but I urged him on with whip and spur,
until at length I managed to get up to within a few paces, when rising
in my stirrups I fired down upon the animal. It seemed like the work of
a moment, scarcely had I pulled the trigger than down dropped the
buffalo, the bullet having broken her spine. So rapid was the pace of
my horse, that he was unable to stop himself. He made an attempt,
however, to spring over the buffalo, but his feet striking its body over
he rolled sending me with my gun still grasped in my hand, flying to the
opposite side, when down he came almost upon me. At first I was seized
with the dreadful idea that both my legs were broken, and I expected
that my horse in his struggles would crush me still further, but the
well-trained creature, recovering himself, rose to his feet without
trampling upon me. Fortunately my sword was not broken, nor thrown out
of the scabbard.

For some time I lay holding his bridle but unable to move. I was far
away from either of my companions and was much afraid that I should not
be discovered. The first thing I had to do was to try and get into my
saddle; but, should I fail, dreadful might be my fate. My horse might
perhaps make his way into