It was a splendid country which they now crossed, not so level as that of the previous day’s journey, but rich in promise of the yield to the farmer in the days to come.
“A wonderful range for grazing live stock,” said Crockett, his observant eye taking in all the details and possibilities of the region. “There’ll be grass in long seasons, and there’s plenty of water.”
Old Dolph agreed with this.
“It’s the best grazing country in the southwest,” said he. “To prove that just notice the herds of buffalo and wild mustangs that roam through this country. They know the places where the good grass grows.”
There was a silence for some little time, and then Ned Chandler said:
“I’ve heard a good deal about buffalo hunting, and I’d like to have a try at it before we reach San Antonio.”
“So should I,” spoke Jed Curley. “It seems as though it would be fine sport.”
“Well,” said Davy Crockett, “as I’ve said, I shouldn’t despise the chance myself, boys. It’s been many a year since I’ve had a run after a herd of buffalo, and if we sight any, we’ll take half a day off our journey and have a shot at them.”
This filled both Ned and Walter with enthusiasm; and all day they looked forward eagerly to the possibility of sport. But they were disappointed; the sun was getting low, and they were casting about for a camping ground when suddenly old Dolph was heard to call out to Crockett:
“Hello! Look there!”