came full upon a ravine too wide to leap over; and as this compelled them to turn abruptly to the left, I contrived to get within ten or twelve yards of the hindmost.  At this she faced about, bristled angrily, and made a show of charging.  I shot at her with a large holster pistol, and hit her somewhere in the neck.  Down she tumbled into the ravine, whither her companions had descended before her.  I saw their dark backs appearing and disappearing as they galloped along the bottom; then, one by one, they came scrambling out on the other side and ran off as before, the wounded animal following with unabated speed.

Turning back, I saw Raymond coming on his black mule to meet me; and as we rode over the field together, we counted dozens of carcasses lying on the plain, in the ravines and on the sandy bed of the stream.  Far away in the distance, horses and buffalo were still scouring along, with little clouds of dust rising behind them; and over the sides of the hills we could see long files of the frightened animals rapidly ascending.  The hunters began to return.  The boys, who had held the horses behind the hill, made their appearance, and the work of flaying and cutting up began in earnest all over the field.  I noticed my host Kongra-Tonga beyond the stream, just alighting by the side of a cow which he had killed.  Riding up to him I found him in the act of drawing out an arrow, which, with the exception of the notch at the end, had entirely disappeared in the animal.  I asked him to give it to me, and I still retain it as a proof, though by no means the most striking one that could be offered, of the force and dexterity with which the Indians discharge their arrows.

The hides and meat were piled upon the horses, and the hunters began to leave the ground.  Raymond and I, too, getting tired of the scene, set out for the village, riding straight across the intervening desert.  There was no path, and as far as I could see, no landmarks sufficient to guide us; but Raymond seemed to have an instinctive perception of the point on the horizon toward which we ought to direct our course.  Antelope were bounding on all sides, and as is always the case in the presence of buffalo, they seemed to have lost their natural shyness and timidity.  Bands of them would run lightly up the rocky declivities, and stand gazing down upon us from the summit.  At length we could distinguish the tall white rocks and the old pine trees that, as we well remembered, were just above the site of the encampment.  Still, we could see nothing of the village itself until, ascending a grassy hill, we found the circle of lodges, dingy with storms and smoke, standing on the plain at our very feet.

I entered the lodge of my host.  His squaw instantly brought me food and water, and spread a buffalo robe for me to lie upon; and being much fatigued, I lay down and fell asleep.  In about an hour the entrance of Kongra-Tonga, with his arms smeared with blood to the elbows, awoke me.  He sat down in his usual seat on the left side of the lodge.  His squaw gave him a vessel of water for washing, set before him a bowl of boiled meat, and as he was eating pulled off his bloody moccasins and placed fresh ones on his feet; then outstretching his limbs, my host composed himself to sleep.