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Despaired and Left Off An Apparently Useless Struggle For Our Lives.
Away We Dashed, Over Hills And Down Declivities; For Now The Ground Had
Become More Broken. The Fire Was Gaining Fast Upon Us, When We Perceived
That, A Mile Ahead, The Immense Herds Before Us Had Entered a Deep,
Broad Chasm, Into Which They Dashed, Thousands Upon Thousands, Tumbling
Headlong Into The Abyss. But Now, The Fire Rushing Quicker, Blazing
Fiercer Than Before, As If Determined not To Lose Its Prey, Curled its
Waves Above Our Heads, Smothering Us With Its Heat And Lurid Smoke.
A Few Seconds More We Spurred in agony; Speed was Life; The Chasm Was To
Be Our Preservation Or Our Tomb. Down We Darted? Actually Borne Upon The
Backs Of The Descending Mass, And Landed, Without Sense Or Motion, More
Than A Hundred feet Below. As Soon As We Recovered from The Shock, We
Found That We Had Been Most Mercifully Preserved; Strange To Say,
Neither Horse Nor Rider Had Received any Serious Injury. We Heard, Above
Our Heads, The Hissing and Cracking Of The Fire; We Contemplated with
Awe The Flames, Which Were Roaring along The Edge Of The Precipice--Now
Rising, Now Lowering, Just As If They Would Leap Over The Space And
Annihilate All Life In these Western Solitudes.
We Were Preserved; Our Fall Had Been Broken By The Animals, Who Had
Taken A Leap A Second Before Us, And By The Thousands Of Bodies Which
Were Heaped up As A Hecatomb, And Received us As A Cushion Below. With
Difficulty We Extricated ourselves And Horses, And Descending The Mass
Of Carcasses, We At Last Succeeded in reaching a Few Acres Of Clear
Ground. It Was Elevated a Few Feet Above The Water Of The Torrent, Which
Ran Through The Ravine, And Offered to Our Broken-Down Horses A
Magnificent Pasture Of Sweet Blue Grass. But The Poor Things Were Too
Terrified and Exhausted, And They Stretched themselves Down Upon The
Ground, A Painful Spectacle Of Utter Helplessness.
We Perceived that The Crowds Of Flying animals Had Succeeded in finding,
Some Way Further Down An Ascent To The Opposite Prairie; And As The
Earth And Rocks Still Trembled, We Knew That The "Estampede" Had Not
Ceased, And That The Millions Of Fugitives Had Resumed their Mad Career.
Indeed there Was Still Danger, For The Wind Was High, And Carried before
It Large Sheets Of Flames To The Opposite Side, Where The Dried grass
And Bushes Soon Became Ignited, And The Destructive Element Thus Passed
The Chasm And Continued its Pursuit.
We Congratulated ourselves Upon Having Thus Found Security, And Returned
Thanks To Heaven For Our Wonderful Escape; And As We Were Now Safe From
Immediate Danger, We Lighted a Fire And Feasted upon A Young
Buffalo-Calf, Every Bone Of Which We Found Had Been Broken Into
Splinters[25].
Note[Footnote 25: I Have Said, At A Venture, That We Descended more Than A
Hundred feet Into The Chasm Before We Fairly Landed on The Bodies Of The
Animals. The Chasm Itself Could Not Have Been Less Than Two Hundred and
Fifty To Three Hundred feet Deep At The Part That We Plunged down. This
Will Give The Reader Some Idea Of The Vast Quantity Of Bodies Of
Animals, Chiefly Buffaloes, Which Were There Piled up. I Consider That
This Pile Must Have Been Formed wholly From The Foremost Of The Mass,
And That When Formed, It Broke The Fall Of The Others, Who Followed
Them, As It Did Our Own: Indeed, The Summit Of The Heap Was Pounded into
A Sort Of Jelly.]
Chapter XXIXTwo Days Did We Remain In our Shelter, To Regain Our Strength And To
Rest Our Horses. Thus Deeply Buried in the Bosom Of The Earth, We Were
Safe From The Devastating Elements. On The Second Day We Heard
Tremendous Claps Of Thunder; We Knew That A Storm Was Raging Which Would
Quench The Fire, But We Cared little About What Was Going On Above.
We Had Plenty To Eat And To Drink, Our Steeds Were Recovering Fast, And,
In Spite Of The Horrors We Had Just Undergone, We Were Not A Little
Amused by The Lamentations Of The Parson, Who, Recollecting The
Destruction Of His Shirts, Forgot His Professional Duty, And Swore
Against Texas And The Texans, Against The Prairies, The Buffaloes, And
The Fire: The Last Event Had Produced so Deep An Impression Upon His
Mind, That He Preferred shivering all Night By The Banks Of The Torrent
To Sleeping Near Our Comfortable Fire; And As To Eating Of The Delicate
Food Before Him, It Was Out Of The Question; He Would Suck It, But Not
Masticate Nor Swallow It; His Stomach And His Teeth Refused to
Accomplish Their Functions Upon The Abhorred meat; And He Solemnly
Declared that Never Again Would He Taste Beef--Cow Or Calf--- Tame Or
Wild--Even If He Were Starving.
One Of The Lawyers, Too, Was Loud In his Complaints, For Although Born
In The States, He Had In his Veins No Few Drops Of Irish Blood, And
Could Not Forget The Sacrifice Gabriel Had Made Of The Whisky. "Such
Stuff!" He Would Exclaim, "The Best That Ever Came Into This Land Of
Abomination, To Be Thrown In the Face Of Dirty Buffaloes: The Devil Take
Them! Eh! Monsheer Owato Wanisha,--Queer Outlandish Name,
By-The-Bye,--Please To Pass Me Another Slice Of The Varmint (Meaning The
Buffalo-Calf). Bless My Soul, If I Did Not Think, At One Time, It Was
After The Liquor The Brutes Were Running!"
Upon The Morning Of The Third Day, We Resumed our Journey, Following The
Stream Down For A Few Miles, Over Thousands Of Dead Animals, Which The
Now Foaming Torrent Could Not Wash Away. We Struck The Winding Path
Which The "Estampedados" Had Taken; And As It Had Been Worked by The
Millions Of Fugitives Into A Gentle Ascent, We Found Ourselves Long
Before Noon, Once More Upon The Level Of The Prairie. What A Spectacle
Of Gloom And Death! As Far As The Eye Could Reach, The Earth Was Naked
And Blackened. Not A Stem Of Grass, Not A Bush, Had Escaped the Awful
Conflagration; And Thousands Of Half-Burnt Bodies Of Deer, Buffaloes,
And Mustangs Covered the Prairie In every Direction.
The Horizon Before Us Was Concealed by A High And Rugged ridge Of The
Rolling Prairie, Towards Which We Proceeded but Slowly, So Completely
Was The Track Made By The Buffaloes Choked by Burnt Bodies Of All
Descriptions Of Animals. At Last We Reached the Summit Of The Swell, And
Perceived that We Were Upon One Of The Head Branches Of The Trinity
River, Forming a Kind Of Oblong Lake, A Mile Broad, But Exceedingly
Shallow; The Bottom Was Of A Hard White Sandy Formation, And As We
Crossed this Beautiful Sheet Of Clear Water, The Bottom Appeared to Be
Studded with Grains Of Gold And Crystals.
This Brought Round The Characteristic Elasticity Of Temper Belonging To
The Americans, And Caused the Doctor To Give Way To His Mental
Speculations:--He Would Not Go To Edinburgh; It Was Nonsense; Here Was A
Fortune Made. He Would Form A Company In new York, Capital One Million
Of Dollars--The Gold, Emerald, Topaz, Sapphire, And Amethyst
Association, In ten Thousand Shares, One Hundred dollars A-Piece. In
Five Years He Would Be The Richest Man In the World; He Would Build Ten
Cities On The Mississippi, And Would Give Powder And Lead To The
Comanches For Nothing, So That They Could At Once Clear The World Of
Texans And Buffaloes. He Had Scarcely Finished, When We Reached the
Other Side Of The Lake; There We Had To Pass Over A Narrow Ridge,
Covered with Green Bushes, But Now Torn And Trampled down; The Herds Had
Passed over There, And The Fire Had Been Extinguished by The Waters Of
This "Fairy Lake," For So We Had Baptized it. Half An Hour More Brought
Us Clear Out From The Cover, And A Most Strange And Unusual Sight Was
Presented to Our Eyes.
On A Rich And Beautiful Prairie, Green And Red, The Wild Clover And The
Roses, And Occasionally A Plum-Tree, Varying The Hues Were Lying
Prostrate, As Far As The Eye Could Reach, Hundreds Of Thousands Of
Animals Of All Species, Some Quietly Licking Their Tired limbs, And
Others Extending Their Necks, Without Rising, To Graze Upon The Soft
Grass Around Them. The Sight Was Beautiful Above All Description, And
Recalled to Mind The Engravings Of The Creation Affixed to The Old
Bibles. Wolves And Panthers Were Lying But A Few Paces From A Small
Flock Of Antelopes; Buffaloes, Bears, And Horses Were Mixed together,
Every One Of Them Incapable Of Moving From The Spot On Which They Had
Dropped from Exhaustion And Fatigue.
We Passed a Large Jaguar, Glaring Fiercely At A Calf Ten Feet From Him;
On Seeing Us, He Attempted to Rise, But, Utterly Helpless, He Bent His
Body So As To Form A Circle, Concealing His Head Upon His Breast Under
His Huge Paws, And Uttered a Low Growl, Half Menacing, Half Plaintive.
Had We Had Powder To Waste, We Would Certainly Have Rid The Gramnivorous
From Many Of Their Carnivorous Neighbours, But We Were Now Entering a
Tract Of Country Celebrated for The Depredations Of The Texans And
Buggles Free Bands, And Every Charge Of Powder Thrown Away Was A Chance
The Less, In case Of A Fight.
As By This Time Our Horses Were In want Of Rest, We Took Off Their
Saddles, And The Poor Things Feasted better Than They Had Done For A
Long While. As For Us, We Had Fortunately Still A Good Supply Of The
Cold Calf, For We Felt A Repugnance To Cut The Throats Of Any Of The
Poor Broken-Down Creatures Before Us. Close To Us There Was A Fine
Noble Stag, For Which I Immediately Took A Fancy. He Was So Worn Out
That He Could Not Even Move A Few Inches To Get At The Grass, And His
Dried, Parched tongue Showed plainly How Much He Suffered from The Want
Of Water. I Pulled up Two Or Three Handfuls Of Clover, Which I Presented
To Him; But Though He Tried to Swallow It, He Could Not.
As There Was A Water-Hole Some Twenty Yards Off, I Took The Doctor'S Fur
Cap, And Filling It With Water, Returned to The Stag. What An Expressive
Glance! What Beautiful Eyes! I Sprinkled at First Some Drops Upon His
Tongue, And Then, Putting The Water Under His Nose, He Soon Drained it
Up. My Companions Became So Much Interested with The Sufferings Of The
Poor Animals, That They Took As Many Of The Young Fawns As They Could,
Carrying Them To The Edge Of The Water-Hole, That They Might Regain
Their Strength And Fly Away Before The Wolves Could Attack Them.
Upon My Presenting a Second Capful Of Water To The Stag, The Grateful
Animal Licked my Hands, And, After Having Drunk, Tried to Rise To Follow
Me, But Its Strength Failing, Its Glances Followed me As I Was Walking
To And Fro; They Spoke Volumes; I Could Understand Their Meaning. I Hate
To Hear Of The Superiority Of Man! Man Is Ungrateful As A Viper, While A
Horse, A Dog, And Many Others Of The "Soulless Brutes," Will Never
Forget A Kindness.
I Wondered what Had Become Of Our Three Lawyers, Who Had Wandered away
Without Their Rifles, And Had
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