As we were pulling out, I said to the scouts, “We are in the Buffalo country, and there will be no more trouble with the Indians; let us try to get some fresh meat for supper.”  I knew that we would camp near a little stream a few miles from where we had the fight, and also that it was a great feeding ground for Buffalo at this time of the year.  When we were within a quarter of a mile of the stream, where we were to camp that night, we saw that the valley was covered with Buffalo.  I sent all but one of the men down a little ravine to the valley.  I told them to dismount and tie their horses just before they got to the valley and to crawl down and each one get behind a tree at the edge of the valley, and I and the other men would go around to the head of the valley and scare the Buffalo, and they would run down to where they were in hiding.  I told the men to be sure and not shoot until the Buffalo started to run, and then to shoot all they could get with their guns, and when they had emptied them to use their pistols.

“Let us give the women and children a surprise tonight in giving them all the fresh Buffalo meat they can eat.”

Myself and companion rode around to the head of the valley, and when we reached the top of the ridge, we looked down and saw hundreds of Buffalo feeding.  We spurred our horses to a run, and in a moment we were in the midst of them, and it certainly was a grand sight to see that immense herd on the stampede, as they all rushed down to the outlet where the boys were waiting for them.  In a few moments we heard the report of guns, and we knew that the other boys, were getting the meat for supper.  I told my comrade to pick out his Buffalo and I would pick mine, and I said to him, “Now don’t shoot until you get near the other boys, and if you want to kill him quick, shoot him through the kidneys.”  When I had reached the mouth of the valley where the Buffalo had crowded together in one big mass, I chose a two-year-old heifer, rode up to her side and shot her through her kidneys, and she fell at my horse’s feet with hardly a struggle.  I pulled my pistol and shot another one and broke its neck.  My comrade had picked a big cow, and she was the fattest Buffalo I ever saw killed.  The other boys had killed twelve, and we got three, making fifteen in all, and what was best of all, the Buffalo all lay near to where Jim had corralled the wagons.  As the wagons were corralled, I went to one of the committee and told him that my scouts and I had killed fifteen Buffalo and asked him to send some of the men of the train to help dress them and to divide the meat so all the emigrants could have some fresh meat for their supper, and in a short time I saw men and women with their arms full of meat, hurrying to their camp fires.