Over the scene the cloudless September sky arched.

Dust arose under the heels of the herds, and the bawling roar of bulls, the call of agonized cows, and the answering bleat of calves formed the base of the shrill whoopings and laughter of the men.

Nothing could be wilder, more stirring, more picturesque, except a camp of Sioux or Cheyennes in the days of the buffalo.
In a few minutes Mose was in the midst of the turmoil.

Everyone greeted Reynolds with affection, and he replied in the stately phrases which had made him famous, "How do you do, gentlemen.

I certainly am glad to see you enjoyin' this fine fall day.