The commotion occasioned by the impetus of those in the rear was such that it was a miracle that some of them did not break their heads or necks.

The black bull stood for a few moments pawing the ground after he was shot, then darted off around the cluster of trees, and made for the uplands of the prairies.
The whole herd followed, sweeping by like a tornado.

And I do say I never witnessed a sight more beautiful to the eye of a hunter in all my life." The temptation to pursue them was too strong for Crockett to resist.
For a moment he was himself bewildered, and stood gazing with astonishment upon the wondrous spectacle.

Speedily he reloaded his rifle, sprung upon his horse, and set out in pursuit over the green and boundless prairie.

There was something now quite ludicrous in the scene.