J2 The King of the Thundering Herd 



voice of the sea, or the hurricane, heard at 

 a distance. 



Again the anxious man scanned the dark, 

 ominous-looking cloud, that now belted 

 half the horizon, and this time he thought 

 that he discerned dark particles like tiny 

 dancing motes in the cloud. Then as he 

 gazed, the specks grew larger, like gnats or 

 small flies, close to where the horizon line 

 should have been. Here and there were 

 clouds of the dark specks, like swarms of 

 busy insects. But what a myriad there was. 

 In some places they fairly darkened the 

 cloud. 



Then in a flash the truth dawned upon 

 the incredulous man leaving him gasping 

 with astonishment, and quaking with fear. 



All these tiny specks upon the horizon 

 line were buffalo. A mighty host stretching 

 from east to west as far as the eye could 

 reach, and to the north God only knew 

 how far. Like an avalanche that rushes 



