It had been well advertised, and there was a big "gallery." An excursion party, whose members came chiefly from St.Louis and numbered nearly a hundred ladies and gentlemen, came on a special train to view the sport.

Among them was my wife and my little daughter Arta, who had come to visit me for a time.
Buffaloes were plentiful.

It had been agreed that we should go into the herd at the same time and make our "runs," each man killing as many animals as possible.

A referee followed each of us, horseback, and counted the buffaloes killed by each man.

The excursionists and other spectators rode out to the hunting-grounds in wagons and on horseback, keeping well out of sight of the buffaloes, so as not to frighten them until the time came for us to dash into the herd.