The ground went from sturdy and nonmoving to shaking and moving in waves. Waves like the sea, making me dizzy and confused. It was a buffalo herd.
It excited the men. They had yelled many things about wanting to drop everything and hunt the buffalo down, but George yelled from the back of the train that we were not to leave the sides of the train for anything.
Many were dead, carcasses and lives buffalo blocked the trail, making it difficult to continue moving. After we got a clear way out, we kept moving steadily as we planned.