The officers dashed ahead as if they had a sure thing on killing them all before I could come up with them; but I had noticed that the herd was making towards the creek for water, and as I knew buffalo nature, I was perfectly aware that it would be difficult to turn them from their direct course.

Thereupon, I started towards the creek to head them off, while the officers came up in the rear and gave chase.
The buffaloes came rushing past me not a hundred yards distant, with the officers about three hundred yards in the rear.

Now, thought I, is the time to "get my work in," as they say; and I pulled the blind-bridle from my horse, who knew as well as I did that we were out for buffaloes--as he was a trained hunter.

The moment the bridle was off, he started at the top of his speed, running in ahead of the officers, and with a few jumps he brought me alongside of the rear buffalo.

Raising old "Lucretia Borgia" to my shoulder, I fired, and killed the animal at the first shot.
My horse then carried me alongside the next one, not ten feet away, and I dropped him at the next fire.
As soon as one buffalo would fall, Brigham would take me so close to the next, that I could almost touch it with my gun.