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THUNDER SHOWER—BELLOWING BULLS. 407<br />

this lower route to the Missourie is by far<br />

more dangerous<br />

than that by which we went. Our track is now on the<br />

Sioux frontiers, and should they fall in with us, we could<br />

expect no mercy, as they have never been known to give<br />

By the upper<br />

any quarter to white people in this country.<br />

route there is nothing to dread but horses being stolen by<br />

•the Assiniboines, and we run the same risk by this lower<br />

road, as Indians are continually going to and from the<br />

Missourie, who steal horses wherever they can. Having<br />

rested, we pushed forward on a gradual descent ; our road<br />

now lay through a delightful part of the country, level, but<br />

elevated, intercepted by small round hillocks in the shape<br />

of sugar loaves, some of which are of a considerable height,<br />

and covered with herds of bufTalo. We also had in view in<br />

our front, and upon our right and left, several small rivulets,<br />

whose banks in some places were covered with stunted<br />

willows and poire bushes, the branches of which were<br />

loaded with fruit at full maturity.<br />

At five o'clock, just as we were directing our course<br />

toward a clump of small trees which grew on one of those<br />

brooks, we were overtaken by a thunder shower, with a<br />

gale of wind from the E. Our baggage and clothing were<br />

soon soaked, and our horses turned tail to the wind, in<br />

spite of beating and driving. We could not make them<br />

face the storm ; they would only drift with the wind.<br />

We, therefore, halted, but did not unload till the fury of<br />

the storm was over, when we directed our course to the<br />

wood, where we arrived about dark, everything drenched<br />

and uncomfortable. The buffalo, now at the height of<br />

the rutting season, kept bellowing all night. During<br />

this season they are in continual motion day and night,<br />

scarcely allowing themselves time to feed ;<br />

several herds<br />

passed quite near our camp, bellowing and tearing up the<br />

ground. The bulls at this period are very fierce ;<br />

they<br />

often turn upon a man and pursue him for some distance.<br />

The noise of those animals made our horses very uneasy.<br />

At every bellow they were startled, and ran toward us as

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