Autobiography Volume 2 circa 1865
In company of Luke Johnson I left camp on the
to get some meat. We started at daybreak and the wolves which had
rent the air during the night were dispersing in all deirections as we rode
along and the beautiful swan in flocks were floating upon the Platte
adding beauty to the scene.
Soon a large herd of buffalo was in sight
and we left our horses and stole upon them the best we could and their
picket guards were frightened several times but we managed to re-assure
them. There is no well-diciplined army of men more particular
to have an old experienced guard on a close look out than a herd
of Buffalo.
By going under a bank we passed their guards
and lay ^lyn^ ^lying^ concealed until we were surrounded and the main bodies
were comming on to us with a heavy phalansx of bulls meeting us
in the face with the cows following in their rear
When they were within a few rods of us we
thought it time to be up and doing for our own safety. I had a single
load in my rifle and a brace of pistols and Johnson a slide of six loads
in his rifle. He fired twice and they broke and ran. None were
