24 Hunting the Grisly 



roaring sound in the distance attracted his 

 attention, and he saw that a herd of buffalo 

 far to the south, away from the river, had been 

 stampeded and was running his way. He 

 knew that if he was caught in the open by the 

 stampeded herd his chance for life would be 

 small, and at once ran for the river. By des 

 perate efforts he reached the breaks in the 

 sheer banks just as the buffaloes reached them, 

 and got into a position of safety on the pin 

 nacle of a little bluff. From this point of van 

 tage he could see the entire plain. To the 

 very verge of the horizon the brown masses 

 of the buffalo bands showed through the dust 

 clouds, coming on with a thunderous roar like 

 that of surf. Camp was a mile away, and the 

 stampede luckily passed to one sjide of it. 

 Watching his chance he finally dodged back 

 to the tent, and all that afternoon watched the 

 immense masses of buffalo, as band after band 

 tore to the brink of the bluffs on one side, raced 

 down them, rushed through the water, up the 

 bluffs on the other side, and again off over the 

 plain, churning the sandy, shallow stream into 

 a ceaseless tumult. When darkness fell there 

 was no apparent decrease in the numbers that 

 were passing, and all through that night the 

 continuous roar showed that the herds were 



