As I rode into the valley, all the Buffalos ran to the opposite end, and I saw then that I should have a hard time to separate them.  I rode quickly to where they were all in a bunch.  As I drew near them, they all broke for the outlet in one body.  I took my hat off and, waving it over my head and with a yell, I dashed into the midst of the band and succeeded in separating three cows and ten calves.  At one time I thought they would run over me and my horse in spite of all I could do to prevent it.  But finally I separated the three cows and ten calves from the rest and turned them back to the head of the valley.  I now heard the report of the guns, so I knew the men were getting some meat.  I then rode back to them as quickly as I could, and I found they had shot ten Buffalo cows, which all lay dead within a few feet of each other.

I said, “Now boys, we have enough cows, but we want some of the calves, and I will go up and start them down, and you let the cows all pass out but hold the calves inside and shoot all of them you can.”

I went back to the other end of the valley, and as luck was on my side the cows separated themselves from the calves, and I had no trouble in running the cows out, which I did at full speed.  I then said, “Now boys, you may kill all these calves but one, and that one I am going to have for a pet.”

They all commenced to laugh and asked, “How are you going to catch it?”

I answered, “You just watch me,” at the same time I was loosening the riata from my saddle.  I then rode up near to where the calves were huddled together, and as they started to run I threw my rope at the largest one in the bunch and caught him around the neck, and there was some lively kicking and bucking for a few minutes, but he found it was no use to struggle.  After that it took only a few minutes before the men had all the others killed.

The excitement being over, I looked down to the other end of the valley and saw that Bridger had the train corralled.  I sent one of the men to tell Jim to send ten or twelve teams up the valley to drag the Buffalos down to camp.  The men reported the number of cows and calves we had killed, and Jim sent enough teams to drag them all down to camp in one trip.

As soon as the teams had started with their loads, I asked the boys to help me with my calf.  I told them to all get behind him and give him a scare, and he would go to camp in a lively gallop, for I wanted to show the women and children how a wild Buffalo looked when alive.

When we reached the corral, Jim Bridger was the first to meet us.  The calf had got pretty wild by this time.  No one could get near him.  Jim said he had been seeing Buffalo for the last twenty-five years, and this one was the first he had ever seen led into camp, and in a few minutes all the women and children and the majority of the men were gathered in a bunch looking at my calf and laughing at his antics, for he did not submit to captivity very gracefully.  After watching him a while, Jim said, “What are you going to do with him, Will?”