7.  A third party of about the same number was to form a line, stretching across the lower part of the valley, so as to connect the two wings.  Beatte and our other half-breed, Antoine, together with the ever-officious Tonish, were to make a circuit through the woods so as to get to the upper part of the valley, in the rear of the horses, and drive them forward into the kind of sack that we had formed, while the two wings should join behind them and make a complete circle.

8.  The flanking parties were quietly extending themselves out of sight, on each side of the valley, and the residue were stretching themselves like the links of a chain across it, when the wild horses gave signs that they scented an enemy; snuffing the air, snorting, and looking about.  At length they pranced off slowly toward the river, and disappeared behind a green bank.

9.  Here, had the regulations of the chase been observed, they would have been quietly checked and turned back by the advance of a hunter from among the trees.  Unluckily, however, we had our wildfire, Jack-o’-lantern little Frenchman to deal with.  Instead of keeping quietly up the right side of the valley, to get above the horses, the moment he saw them move toward the river he broke out of the covert of woods and dashed furiously across the plain in pursuit of them.  This put an end to all system.  The half-breeds, and half a score of rangers, joined in the chase.

10.  A way they all went over the green bank.  In a moment or two the wild horses reappeared, and came thundering down the valley, with Frenchman, half-breeds, and rangers galloping and bellowing behind them.  It was in vain that the line drawn across the valley attempted to check and turn back the fugitives; they were too hotly pressed by their pursuers:  in their panic they dashed through the line, and clattered down the plain.

11.  The whole troop joined in the headlong chase, some of the rangers without hats or caps, their hair flying about their ears, and others with handkerchiefs tied round their heads.  The buffaloes, which had been calmly ruminating among the herbage, heaved up their huge forms, gazed for a moment at the tempest that came scouring down the meadow, then turned and took to heavy, rolling flight.  They were soon overtaken; the promiscuous throng were pressed together by the contracting sides of the valley, and away they went, pellmell, hurry-skurry, wild buffalo, wild horse, wild huntsman, with clang and clatter, and whoop and halloo, that made the forests ring.

12.  At length the buffaloes turned into a green brake, on the river bank, while the horses dashed up a narrow defile of the hills, with their pursuers close to their heels.  Beatte passed several of them, having fixed his eye upon a fine Pawnee horse that had his ears slit and saddle marks upon his back.  He pressed him gallantly, but lost him in the woods.

13.  Among the wild horses was a fine black mare, which in scrambling up the defile tripped and fell.  A young ranger sprang from his horse and seized her by the mane and muzzle.  Another ranger dismounted and came to his assistance.  The mare struggled fiercely, kicking and biting, and striking with her fore feet, but a noose was slipped over her head, and her struggles were in vain.