“I never felt such a desire to have a crack at anything in all my life.  He drew nigh the place where I was standing.  I raised my beautiful Betsey to my shoulder and blazed away.  He roared, and suddenly stopped.  Those that were near him did so likewise.  The commotion occasioned by the impetus of those in the rear was such that it was a miracle that some of them did not break their heads or necks.  The black bull stood for a few moments pawing the ground after he was shot, then darted off around the cluster of trees, and made for the uplands of the prairies.  The whole herd followed, sweeping by like a tornado.  And I do say I never witnessed a sight more beautiful to the eye of a hunter in all my life.”

The temptation to pursue them was too strong for Crockett to resist.  For a moment he was himself bewildered, and stood gazing with astonishment upon the wondrous spectacle.  Speedily he reloaded his rifle, sprung upon his horse, and set out in pursuit over the green and boundless prairie.  There was something now quite ludicrous in the scene.  There was spread out an ocean expanse of verdure.  A herd of countless hundreds of majestic buffaloes, every animal very ferocious in aspect, was clattering along, and a few rods behind them in eager pursuit was one man, mounted on a little, insignificant Mexican pony, not much larger than a donkey.  It would seem that but a score of this innumerable army need but turn round and face their foe, and they could toss horse and rider into the air, and then contemptuously trample them into the dust.

Crockett was almost beside himself with excitement.  Looking neither to the right nor the left, unconscious in what direction he was going, he urged forward, with whip and spur, the little mustang, to the utmost speed of the animal, and yet scarcely in the least diminished the distance between him and the swift-footed buffaloes.  Ere long, it was evident that he was losing in the chase.  But the hunter, thinking that the buffaloes could not long continue their flight at such a speed, and that they would soon, in weariness, loiter and stop to graze, vigorously pressed on, though his jaded beast was rapidly being distance by the herd.

At length the enormous moving mass appeared but as a cloud in the distant horizon.  Still, Crockett, his mind entirely absorbed in the excitement of the chase, urged his weary steed on, until the buffalos entirely disappeared from view in the distance.  Crrickett writes: 

“I now paused to allow my mustang to breathe, who did not altogether fancy the rapidity of my movements; and to consider which course I would have to take to regain the path I had abandoned.  I might have retraced my steps by following the trail of the buffaloes, but it had always been my principle to go ahead, and so I turned to the west and pushed forward.