Sometimes we could see what in the distance seemed a great patch of brush, but by watching closely we could see it was a great drove of these animals.
Those who had leisure to go up to the bluffs often reported large droves in sight.

Antelopes were also seen, but these occupied the higher ground, and it was very hard to get near enough to them to shoot successfully.

Still we managed to get a good deal of game which was very acceptable as food.
One prominent land mark along the route was what they called Court House Rock, standing to the south from the trail and much resembled an immense square building, standing high above surrounding country.

The farther we went on the more plentiful became the large game, and also wolves and prairie dogs, the first of which seemed to follow the buffaloes closely.
About this time we met a odd looking train going east, consisting of five or six Mormons from Salt Lake, all mounted on small Spanish mules.
They were dressed in buckskin and moccasins, with long spurs jingling at their heels, the rowels fully four inches long, and each one carried a gun, a pistol and a big knife.

They were rough looking fellows with long, matted hair, long beards, old slouch hats and a generally back woods get-up air in every way.