Graham's Magazine, Vol. XL, No. 5, May 1852Various
General
Graham's Magazine, Vol. XL, No. 5, May 1852
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
Again, therefore, I sought the comforts afforded by the cool water being
thrown over my limbs, for I was afraid to trust myself into deep water,
on account of the many venomous reptiles that usually infest the South
American streams. Suddenly a cry of alarm startled me; I slipped from
the stone on which I stood, and fell at full length into deep water
beside me. As I fell, I felt a sharp twinge on my left thigh, and by the
color of the water became aware that I was wounded. It was all the work
of a moment, quick as thought; and when I turned my eyes to the spot
whence I had first heard the rustling noise, there stood, in the very
act of having discharged an arrow, and with bow yet elevated, an Indian
warrior, with his war-lock ornamented with a few bright feathers, and
his dark body entirely divested of clothing, with the exception of a
deep fringed leathern belt, fastened round the loins, and descending mid
thigh. Before he had time to draw another arrow from his quiver, and fit
it to the bow. I sprang from the stream on the bank, seized my rifle,
poised it, and fell on one knee close under a rock, which protected me
from the aim of my enemy, and at the same time afforded full opportunity
to try the effect of my rifle on his warlike form. But rapidly as he had
appeared and attempted my life, he disappeared yet more quickly; he
seemed to have sunk into the very rocks on which he had been standing;
but my knowledge of the Indians made me well aware he had only concealed
himself under the thick brushwood, which, although it would afford him
shelter when in a crouching posture, yet would be no screen to him if
attempting to leave the spot. So, reserving my fire, I merely covered
the spot with my rifle, where I knew him to be, calmly awaiting the
first good opportunity to try my aim.
At the furthest I could not be sixty yards from my enemy; the cry I had
heard, and which had saved my life, proceeded from one of the rancheros,
who had arisen, disturbed by my leaving the building, and followed to
the edge of the gully to demand some orders of me. Not wishing to risk
his neck in the descent, and considering the path too far round, he had
composedly stretched himself on the edge of the precipice to await my
return, amusing himself in the meanwhile by observing my motions.
Whilst so doing, his eye had chanced to alight upon the Indian, who had
been concealed previously, in the act of discharging the arrow. The
alarm had disturbed his aim and saved my life, the wound being only a
slight flesh one.
The shout of the ranchero had aroused all within the buildings of the
hacienda, and the face of the precipice was now crowded with numbers
hurrying down to my assistance as they best could; among the foremost
were my own companions of travel.
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