Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXVI, No. 4, April 1850Various
General
Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXVI, No. 4, April 1850
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
earth into the air, lowered their horns as if for a rush, but
immediately after wheeled, and, tail on end, followed their companions
in an ungainly sort of race, which, when hard pushed, they exchanged for
a lumbering gallop.
The whole surface of the prairie, as far as eye could see, was now in
motion, the nearer masses thundering along amidst clouds of dust, and
making the plain quake with the dint of thousands of hoofs, while those
in the distance were just beginning to take the alarm, and stopped
frequently, fronting about to distinguish the cause of the disturbance.
We had only time to make these hasty observations, when our horses bore
us into the very midst of the melée, and as, of course, every thing was
literally lost sight of, as well as forgotten for a time, with the
exception of one’s own deeds and misdeeds, I will confine myself for the
present to what befell me in person. I cannot say whether the others
succeeded in reaching the buffaloes they had selected from the cover,
but for my part, I lost sight of the cow I had chosen before I was
fairly among the panic-stricken multitude; my horse, however, was a
thorough Indian hunter, and entering into the spirit of the thing,
presently brought me alongside of a huge bull, who, with his stump of a
tail elevated at an angle of forty degrees, head down, and small, red
eyes dilated with terror, was making the most of his time under the
circumstances. At first our course took us into a dense crowd of
fugitives, who would have been only too glad to afford us plenty of
space, had it laid in their power to do so; as it was, I saw myself at
one hasty glance, surrounded on all sides by the flying throng, some
ahead, striving their utmost to keep out of harm’s way, others on each
side jostling and pressing their fellows, and others again, those we had
passed in our career, bringing up the rear, and laboring to overtake
their more vigorous companions, and all seen dimly through a cloud of
dust, and in the midst of an uproar which I never saw equaled. I think
this must have been the last general observation I made, for a moment
after, the bull to whom we had attached ourselves broke from the flank
of the moving mass, toward which he had been by degrees edging, and made
across the prairie at an acute angle to the line of flight pursued by
the greater number. This manœuvre gave him a start of some yards, as it
was no easy matter to extricate ourselves at a moment’s warning; but
when we did, the superior speed of my horse rapidly decreased the
distance between us. Now that there was only one object to engross my
attention, I entered heart and soul into the wild excitement of the
chase, and as far as my individual senses were concerned, the world was
compressed in a single buffalo, hotly pressed by a half-mad horseman,
the one endeavoring as strenuously to preserve his life, as the other to
take it. Away we went—sometimes over the short-tufted sward, then into
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