Morning journal and courier., 1880-09-02
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Thrilling Story of a Stampede ofBuffaIoes Ten Thousand Acres Moving.
 From the Detroit Free Press.J

Ten Thousand Acres Moving. [From the Detroit Free Press.l What is that?
 Look closer and you will see that 1t is | gaunt wolf creeping out of the little grow l of cotton-woods toward buffalo calf gam l boiling around its mother.
 Raise your eye little more and you vii l see that the prairie beyond is alive with buff | falo. Count them. YSu might as well try to count the leaves on giant maplel They are moving foot by foot as they crop the juicy grass. and living waves rise and fall af the herd slowly sweep on. Afar out to right and left-mere specks on the plain-are the fankers brave old buffaloes, which catch 6 bite of grass and then sniff the air and scan the horizon for intimation of danger. They are the sentinels of the herd, and right well can they be trusted.
 The wolf creeps nearer!
 All the afternoon the herd has fed in peace, and as it now slowly moves toward the dis tant river it is all unconscious that danger is near Look you well and watch the wolf for you are going to see such sight as not one man in ten thousand has ever beheld.
 Creep, crawl skuIk-now behind knoll, now drawing himself over the grass, now raising his head above thistle to mark the locality of it's victim. It is lone, shambHng, skulking wolf, lame and spiteful and treach- erous. Woundlng or ailng he has been left alone to get on as best he may, and his green eyes light up with tiercer blaze as he draws nearer and nearer to his unconscious prey
 There No, he is yet too far away Creep, creep creep. Now he is twenty feet away, now fifteen, now ten. He hugs the earth, gathers his feet under him and he bounds through the air as if shot from a gun. He is rolling the calf over and over on the grass in three seconds after he springs.
 Now watchl
 A cry of pain from the calf-a furious bel low from the mother as she wheels and charges the wolf-a startled movement from a dozen of the nearest animals, and rush begins. The one wolf is magnifed into a hundred, the hundred into thousand. Short, sharp bellows, shorts of alarm, a rush, and in
 fifty seconds after the wolf has wet his fangs with blood that living mass is in motion to get away from an unknown terror. The waves run higher and higher the confu1 sion spreads. One instant it seems as if 1O,- 900 solid acres of prairie were moving boldly away-again waves rise and fall as the cow ards behind rush upon those in front who wait to sniff the air and learn the danger In one minute the alarm runs down the herd to the leaders-further than the eye can see and the entire herd is going of at a mad gallop, heads down, eyes rolling, and no thought but that of escape If Lake Erie were to dash itself against wall the shock would be no greater than the awful crash with which this mass of rattling hoofs, sharp horns and hairy bodies would meet it. The chatter of hoofs and rattle of horns would drown the noise of brigade of cavalry gal loping over a stone paved road
 Ride out on their trail Here, where the stampede began, the ground is torn, and fur rowed as if thousand cannon had been firing shot at targets. Here and there are calves which have been gored or crushed-here and there, older animals with broken legs and dis abling wounds Here, where the herd was fairly of, you might as well hunt for gold dollar as blade of grass. You look for three miles as you look across it. It is trail of dirt and dust and ruts and furrows, where half an hour ago was Q carpet of green grass and smiling flowers. The most dreadful cy- clone known to man could not have left more horrible scars behind
 Miles away, on the banks of the winding, growing river, are three white-topped emil grant wagons A campfire blazes up to boil the kettleS-men, women and children stand about, peering over the setting sun at the distant mountains and glad that their jour ney is almost done. Butterflies come and go on lazy wing, the cricket chirps cheerily on the grass and the eagles sailing in the blue evening air have no warning to give
 Hark Is that thunder {?
 Men and women turn in their tracks as they look in vain for a cloud in the sky That rumble comes again as they look into each others faces. It grows louder as wo- men turn pale and men reach for their trusty rifles The ground trembles, and afar of comes din which strikes terror to the heart. stIndiansl l' they whisper Noi A thousand times better for them if savage Pawnee dared ride down where these long -barreled rifles could speak Q defense of the peaceful camp.
 "A stampede of butfaloes !" gasps one of