Comstock's Henry rifle, though it could fire more rapidly than mine, did not, I felt certain, carry powder and lead enough to equal my weapon in execution.
When the time came to go into the herd, Comstock and I dashed forward, followed by the referees.

The animals separated.

Comstock took the left bunch, I the right.

My great forte in killing buffaloes was to get them circling by riding my horse at the head of the herd and shooting their leaders.

Thus the brutes behind were crowded to the left, so that they were soon going round and round.
This particular morning the animals were very accommodating.