I soon had them running in a beautiful circle.

I dropped them thick and fast till I had killed thirty-eight, which finished my "run." Comstock began shooting at the rear of the buffaloes he was chasing, and they kept on in a straight line.

He succeeded in killing twenty-three, but they were scattered over a distance of three miles.
The animals I had shot lay close together.
Our St.Louis friends set out champagne when the result of the first run was announced.

It proved a good drink on a Kansas prairie, and a buffalo hunter proved an excellent man to dispose of it.
While we were resting we espied another herd approaching.

It was a small drove, but we prepared to make it serve our purpose.