Many of the dismounted riders were chased by bulls; but they stepped lightly to one side, and, as the animals passed, drove their arrows deep into their sides.

Thus the tumultuous war went on, amid thundering tread, and yell, and bellow, till the green plain was transformed into a sea of blood and mire, and every buffalo of the herd was laid low.
It is not to be supposed that such reckless warfare is invariably waged without damage to the savages.

Many were the wounds and bruises received that day, and not a few bones were broken, but happily no lives were lost.
"Now, lads, now's our time.

A bold and fearless look's the best at all times.

Don't look as if ye doubted their friendship; and mind, wotever ye do, don't use yer arms.