Fitzhugh, after a lively gallop, led us all and soon came alongside the rear buffalo, at which he fired.

The animal faltered, and then with another shot Fitzhugh brought him to the ground.

Crosby dashed by him and leveled another of the herd, while Livingston dropped a third.

Those who were not directly engaged in the hunt now came up and congratulated the men upon their success, and Fitzhugh was at once hailed as the winner of the buffalo cup; while all sympathized with Hecksher, whose chance had been the best at the start, but who lost by reason of his horse falling and rolling over him.
The hunt being over, the column moved forward on its march passing through a prairie-dog town, several miles in extent.

These animals are found throughout the plains, living together in a sort of society; their numberless burrows in their "towns" adjoin each other, so that great care is necessary in riding through these places, as the ground is so undermined as often to fall in under the weight of a horse.