Every one who had a gun put it into service on this occasion, and there was much popping and shooting on every side.

Great clouds of smoke rolled up as the hunters advanced and the rabbits ran in every direction to get away.

Many ran right among the horses, and under the feet of the cattle and under the wagons, so that the teamsters even killed some with a whip.

At the end of the valley we went into camp, and on counting up the game found we had over 500, or about one for every person in camp.

This gave us a feast of fresh meat not often found.
It was on this trip that one of Mr.Bennett's ox drivers was taken with a serious bowel difficulty, and for many days we thought he would die, but he eventually recovered.