The buffaloes are sometimes tenacious of life, and must be wounded in particular parts.  A ball striking the shagged frontlet of a bull produces no other effect than a toss of the head and greater exasperation; on the contrary, a ball striking the forehead of a cow is fatal.  Several instances occurred during this great hunting bout, of bulls fighting furiously after having received mortal wounds.  Wyeth, also, was witness to an instance of the kind while encamped with Indians.  During a grand hunt of the buffaloes, one of the Indians pressed a bull so closely that the animal turned suddenly on him.  His horse stopped short, or started back, and threw him.  Before he could rise the bull rushed furiously upon him, and gored him in the chest so that his breath came out at the aperture.  He was conveyed back to the camp, and his wound was dressed.  Giving himself up for slain, he called round him his friends, and made his will by word of mouth.  It was something like a death chant, and at the end of every sentence those around responded in concord.  He appeared no ways intimidated by the approach of death.  “I think,” adds Wyeth, “the Indians die better than the white men; perhaps from having less fear about the future.”

The buffaloes may be approached very near, if the hunter keeps to the leeward; but they are quick of scent, and will take the alarm and move off from a party of hunters to the windward, even when two miles distant.

The vast herds which had poured down into the Bear River Valley were now snow-bound, and remained in the neighborhood of the camp throughout the winter.  This furnished the trappers and their Indian friends a perpetual carnival; so that, to slay and eat seemed to be the main occupations of the day.  It is astonishing what loads of meat it requires to cope with the appetite of a hunting camp.

The ravens and wolves soon came in for their share of the good cheer.  These constant attendants of the hunter gathered in vast numbers as the winter advanced.  They might be completely out of sight, but at the report of a gun, flights of ravens would immediately be seen hovering in the air, no one knew whence they came; while the sharp visages of the wolves would peep down from the brow of every hill, waiting for the hunter’s departure to pounce upon the carcass.

Besides the buffaloes, there were other neighbors snow-bound in the valley, whose presence did not promise to be so advantageous.  This was a band of Eutaw Indians who were encamped higher up on the river.  They are a poor tribe that, in a scale of the various tribes inhabiting these regions, would rank between the Shoshonies and the Shoshokoes or Root Diggers; though more bold and warlike than the latter.  They have but few rifles among them, and are generally armed with bows and arrows.