I saw a herd making over the prairie for a hollow where a brook ran, and by hard work, got in ahead of them.

I picked out a position just below the edge of the bank, and we lay quiet, waiting.

From the direction of the buffalo, I calculated we'd be just about right to get a shot at no very long range.

As it was, I suddenly heard thumps on the ground, and cautiously raising my head, saw a huge buffalo bull just over us, not fifteen feet up the bank.

I whispered to Williams: 'For God's sake, don't shoot, don't move!' The bull's little fiery eyes snapped, and he reared.