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The cattle surged

The cattle surged and drifted almost at will, for we were compelled to hold them loose to avoid milling. Before ten oclock the lightning was flickering overhead and around us, revealing acres of big beeves, which in an instant might take fright, and then, god help us. But in that night of trial a mercy was extended to the dumb brutes in charge. A warm rain began falling, first in a drizzle, increasing after the first hour, and by midnight we could hear the water slushing under our horses feet. By the almost constant flashes of lightning we could see the cattle standing as if asleep, in grateful enjoyment of the sheeting downpour. As the night wore on, our fears of a stampede abated, for the buffalo