But the herd was nervous en' wild.

An' jest as Lassiter said, when that bunch of white steers got to movin' they was as bad as buffalo.
I've seen some buffalo stampedes back in Nebraska, an' this bolt of the steers was the same kind.
"I tried to mill the herd jest as Lassiter did.

But I wasn't equal to it, Miss Withersteen.

I don't believe the rider lives who could hev turned thet herd.

We kept along of the herd fer miles, an' more 'n one of my boys tried to get the steers a-millin'.