enty of buffaloes and nearly everybody killed one before the day was
done. Lawrence Jerome made an excellent shot. He was riding in an
ambulance, and killed a buffalo that attempted to cross the line of
march. Upon crossing the Republican River on the morning of the
twenty-sixth we came upon an immense number of buffaloes scattered over
the country in every direction. All had an opportunity to hunt. The
wagons and troops moved slowly along toward the next camp while the
hunters rode off in twos and threes. Each hunter was rewarded with
abundant success.

Lawrence Jerome met with the only mishap. He was riding Buckskin Joe,
which I had lent him, and, dismounting to get a steady shot,
thoughtlessly let go of the bridle.

The horse decided to do a little hunting on his own account. When last
seen that day he was ahead of the buffaloes, and gaining, while his
late rider was left to his own reflections. Three days later Joe,
saddled and bridled, turned up at Fort McPherson.

We pitched our camp for the night in a charming spot on the bank of
Beaver Creek. The game was so abundant that we remained there the next
day. This stopping-place was called Camp Cody, in honor of the reader's
humble servant. The next day was spent in hunting jack-rabbits,
coyotes, elk, antelope, and wild turkeys.

That we had a splendid dinner may be seen from the following

BILL OF FARE

Soup
Buffalo Tail

Fish
Broiled Cisco; Fried Dace

Entrees
Salmi of Prairie Dog; Stewed Rabbit; Filet of Buffalo aux
Champignons

Vegetables
Sweet Potatoes, Mashed Potatoes, Green Peas

Dessert
Tapioca Pudding

Wines
Champagne Frappe, Champagne au Naturel, Claret, Whisky, Brandy, Ale

Coffee

I considered this a fairly good meal for a hunting party. Everybody did
justice to it.

The excursionists reached Fort Hays on the morning of October second.
There we pitched our tents for the last time. That same afternoon
General Sheridan and his guests took the train for the East. They
expressed themselves as highly pleased with the hunt, as well as with
the way they had been guided and escorted.

General Davies afterward wrote the story of this hunt in a volume of
sixty-eight pages, called "Ten Days on the Plains." In this chapter I
have taken the liberty of condensing frequently from this volume, and
in some cases have used the general's exact language. I ought to insert
several lines of quotations marks,