He was a few feet in advance of all the rest.

He came roaring along, his tail erect in the air as a javelin, his head near the ground, and his stout, bony horns projected as if he were just ready to plunge upon his foe.

Crockett writes: "I never felt such a desire to have a crack at anything in all my life.
He drew nigh the place where I was standing.

I raised my beautiful Betsey to my shoulder and blazed away.

He roared, and suddenly stopped.
Those that were near him did so likewise.