it went something like this , across the fertile and golden prairies , trampled by the wheels of wagons , with the bounding graceful antelope and their grasses plenty , where the wide rivers bubble , stopping the great migrations , wagons loaded with cheerful people , people of varied nationalities , moving forward , following the indians , watching the grasses , eaten by the buffalo , dark and hairy , and so on , until you say , that was the way it was moving west .