Every reader will sympathize with the remark of Lieutenant Fremont: "We watched the chase with the interest always felt for the weak.

Had there been a saddled horse at hand he would have fared better." As the caravan was slowly advancing that afternoon, vast clouds of dust on their right near the hills attracted their attention.

Several enormous herds of buffalo seemed to emerge from these clouds, galloping down towards the river.

By the time the first bands had reached the water the whole prairie seemed darkened with the countless multitudes, numbering thousands upon thousands.

They stretched in an unbroken line from the hills to the river, and fording the river passed on to the other side.
The prairie here was not less than two miles wide.