I heard the rush of an animal as he burst through, and I just saw the broad black nose, quickly followed by the head and horns, as the buffalo charged into me.

The horse reared to his full height as the horns almost touched his chest, and I fired as well as I was able.

In another instant I was rolling on the ground, with my horse upon me, in a cloud of smoke and confusion.
In a most unsportsmanlike manner (as persons may exclaim who were not there) I hid behind my horse, as he regained his legs.

All was still--the snorting of the frightened horse was all that I could hear.

I expected to have seen the infuriated buffalo among us.