Frémont and '49 : the story of a remarkable career and its relation to the exploration and development of our western territory, especially of California . M m a. •. ^ A Buffalo Herd 59 great jollity and solid comfort. Fremonts picture of thisoccasion is so well drawn that I must quote it: In the sight of such a mass of life, the traveller feels a strangeemotion of grandeur. We had heard from a distance a dull andconfused murmuring, and, when we came in view of their darkmasses, there was not one among us who did not feel his heartbeat quicker. It was the early part of the day, when the herds
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Frémont and '49 : the story of a remarkable career and its relation to the exploration and development of our western territory, especially of California . M m a. •. ^ A Buffalo Herd 59 great jollity and solid comfort. Fremonts picture of thisoccasion is so well drawn that I must quote it: In the sight of such a mass of life, the traveller feels a strangeemotion of grandeur. We had heard from a distance a dull andconfused murmuring, and, when we came in view of their darkmasses, there was not one among us who did not feel his heartbeat quicker. It was the early part of the day, when the herds arefeeding; and everywhere they were in motion. Here and therea huge old bull was rolling in the grass, and clouds of dust rosein the air from various parts of the bands, each the scene of someobstinate fight. Indians and buffalo make the poetry and lifeof the prairie, and our camp was full of their exhilaration. Inplace of the quiet monotony of the march, relieved only by thecracking of the whip, and an avance done! enfant de garce!shouts and songs resounded from every part of the line, and ourevening camp was always the commencement of a feast, whichtermina