The buffaloes separated; Comstock took the left bunch and I the right.

My great _forte_ in killing buffaloes from horseback was to get them circling by riding my horse at the head of the herd, shooting the leaders, thus crowding their followers to the left, till they would finally circle round and round.
On this morning the buffaloes were very accommodating, and I soon had them running in a beautiful circle, when I dropped them thick and fast, until I had killed thirty-eight; which finished my run.
Comstock began shooting at the rear of the herd, which he was chasing, and they kept straight on.

He succeeded, however, in killing twenty-three, but they were scattered over a distance of three miles, while mine lay close together.

I had "nursed" my buffaloes, as a billiard-player does the balls when he makes a big run.
After the result of the first run had been duly announced, our St.Louis excursion friends--who had approached to the place where we had stopped--set out a lot of champagne, which they had brought with them, and which proved a good drink on a Kansas prairie, and a buffalo hunter was a good man to get away with it.
While taking a short rest, we suddenly spied another herd of buffaloes coming toward us.

It was only a small drove, and we at once prepared to give the animals a lively reception.