The buffalo, those noble roamers over the plains, and which a century or less ago, existed in almost countless numbers, have nearly disappeared.
"Memoirs of Orange Jacobs"
Orange Jacobs
And do you think the roamers make fortunes?
"The Second String"
Nat Gould
Wheaton dismantled them of their hides, and hastened away before the night should set in, lest some other encounter might overtake him of a similar character, when the disadvantage of darkness might decide the victory in a way more advantageous to the roamers of the forest.
"A Sketch of the History of Oneonta"
Dudley M. Campbell