I rounded up a magnificent 'king' buffalo bull, belligerent enough to fight a battleship.

When I rode after him the cowmen said I was as good as killed.

I made a lance by driving a nail into the end of a short pole and sharpening it.

After he had chased me, I wheeled my broncho, and hurled the lance into his back, ripping a wound as long as my hand.

That put the fear of Providence into him and took the fight all out of him.