e naturally supposed would protect him, as an American citizen,
from molestation and injury. The first part of their journey led them over
the vast prairies and hunting grounds of Western Texas; and their
adventurous progress is admirably sketched in his flowing narrative. Their
exploits in hunting buffalo; their frights from, and encounters with, the
wild Indians; their serenades from the wolves, and all the incidents by
which a journey of so large a troop over ground before almost untrodden,
would naturally be distinguished, are most graphically and humorously
described. We copy the following interesting description of a _stampede_,
or flight of terror, with which great numbers of horses or oxen are
sometimes seized, with a humorous sketch of the exploits in this line, of
one of the nags of the expedition:
'Nothing can exceed the grandeur of the scene when a large
_cavallada_, or drove of horses, takes a 'scare.' Old,
weather-beaten, time-worn, and broken-down steeds--horses that
have nearly given out from hard work and old age--will at once be
transformed into wild and prancing colts. When first seized with
that indescribable terror which induces them to fly, they seem to
have been suddenly endowed with all the attributes of their
original wild nature. With heads erect, tails and manes streaming
in air, eyes lit up and darting beams of fright, old and jaded
hacks will be seen prancing and careering about with all the
buoyancy of action which characterizes the antics of young colts;
then some one of the drove, more frightened than the rest, will
dash off in a straight line, the rest scampering after him, and
apparently gaining fresh fears at every jump. The throng will then
sweep along the plain with a noise which may be likened to
something between a tornado and an earthquake, and as well might
feeble man attempt to arrest either of the latter.
'Were the earth rending and cleaving beneath their feet, horses,
when under the terryfying influence of a _stampede_, could not
bound away with greater velocity or more majestic beauty of
movement. I have seen many an interesting race, but never any
thing half so exciting as the flight of a drove of frightened
horses. The spectator, who may possibly have a nag among them
which he has been unable to get into a canter by dint of spur and
whip, sees his property fairly flying aw
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