We closed the evening by christening the camp, Camp Brown, in honor of the gallant officer who was in command of the escort.
We breakfasted at four the next morning and at six we were in the saddle.

Everyone was eager to see the buffaloes which I had promised would be met with during the day.

After a march of five miles the advance guard which I commanded sighted six of these animals grazing about two miles away.
Acting upon my suggestion, Lawrence Jerome, Livingston, Heckscher, Fitzhugh, Rogers, and Crosby, with myself as guide, rode through a convenient canon to a point beyond the herd, and to windward of them; the rest of the party made a detour of nearly five miles, keeping behind the crest of a hill.
We charged down on the buffaloes at full gallop, and just then the other party emerged from their concealment and witnessed the exciting chase.
The buffaloes started away in a line, single file; Fitzhugh, after a lively gallop, led us all.

Soon he came alongside the rear buffalo, at which he fired.

The animal faltered, and with another shot Fitzhugh brought him to the ground.