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bobbing about in the distance, but they were 

 momentarily coming nearer. 



Almost before he had time to realize what 

 it was that agitated the landscape, the dark 

 shapes were all about them. The figures, 

 which a moment before had looked small 

 and insignificant, now loomed large ; and in 

 a flash the truth dawned upon him. It was 

 the Thundering Herd in mad flight across 

 the tracks directly in front of them. 



"Stop her, Mr. Bennett, stop her," he 

 yelled, reaching in his excitement for the 

 throttle. " It is the Thundering Herd ; 

 there are millions of them. We can never 

 get through them.' 1 



Mr. Bennett, who was usually a cautious 

 driver, had seen buffalo upon the track be- 

 fore, but they had been merely small bands 

 that had always fled at the approach of the 

 train. 



So in answer to Bennie's outcry, he threw 

 the throttle wide open and shouted back to 



