But the facts are just as I have related them.
It was evident to all of us that there could be little more sport for that day.

At the request of General Sheridan I guided the Russians back to camp.

Several of the others in the party decided to indulge in a little hunt on their own account, and presently we saw them galloping madly over the prairie in all directions, with terrified buffaloes flying before them.
As we were crossing a stream on our way back to camp we ran into a small band that had been frightened by some of these hunters.

They came sweeping across our path, not more than thirty feet away, and as they passed Alexis raised his pistol and fired generally into the herd.

A buffalo cow fell.
It was either an extraordinary shot or a "scratch," probably the latter.