We're going to kill them more for the sport than anything else.

After we take the tongues and a piece of the tenderloin, you may have what is left." Eleven animals were in the herd, which was about a mile distant.

I noticed they were making toward the creek for water.

I knew buffalo nature, and was aware that it would be difficult to turn them from their course.

I therefore started toward the creek to head them off, while the officers dashed madly up behind them.
The herd came rushing up past me, not a hundred yards distant, while their pursuers followed, three hundred yards in the rear.
"Now," thought I, "is the time to get in my work." I pulled the blind bridle from Brigham, who knew as well as I did what was expected of him.