On the Pampas; Or, The Young SettlersHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
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On the Pampas; Or, The Young Settlers
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
Pampas (Argentina) -- Juvenile fiction
For the next two days it was probable that they would make as long
and speedy journeys as the animals could accomplish. After that,
being well in their own country, they would cease to travel
rapidly, as no pursuit had ever been attempted in former instances.
There was no difficulty in following the track. Mr. Mercer had
possessed nearly a thousand cattle and five thousand sheep, and the
ground was trampled, in a broad, unmistakable line. Once or twice
Mr. Hardy consulted his compass. The trail ran southwest by west.
There was not much talking. The whole party were too impressed with
the terrible scene they had witnessed, and the tremendously
hazardous nature of the enterprise they had undertaken, to indulge
in general conversation. Gradually, however, the steady, rapid
motion, the sense of strength and reliance in themselves and each
other, lessened the somber expression, and a general talk began,
mostly upon Indian fights, in which most of the older settlers had
at one time or other taken a part.
Mr. Hardy took a part in and encouraged this conversation. He knew
how necessary, in an expedition of this sort, it was to keep up the
spirits of all engaged; and he endeavored, therefore, to shake off
his own heavy weight of care, and to give animation and life to
them all.
The spirits of the younger men rose rapidly, and insensibly the
pace was increased, until Mr. Hardy, as leader of the party, was
compelled to recall to them the necessity of saving their animals,
many of which had already come from ten to fifteen miles before
arriving at the rendezvous at the Mercers'.
After three hours' steady riding they arrived at the banks of a
small stream. There Mr. Hardy called a halt, for the purpose of
resting the animals.
"I think," he said, "that we must have done twenty-five miles. We
will give them an hour's rest, and then do another fifteen. Some of
them have already done forty, and it will not do to knock them up
the first day."
Girths were loosened, and the horses were at work cropping the
sweet grass near the water's edge. The whole party threw themselves
down on a sloping bank, pipes were taken out and lit, and the
probable direction of the chase discussed.
In a short time Charley rose, and saying, "I will see if I can get
anything better than dried meat for supper," exchanged his rifle
for Mr. Hardy's double-barreled gun, which was carried by Terence,
and whistling for the retriever, strolled off up the stream. In ten
minutes the double-barrels were heard at a short distance, and a
quarter of an hour afterward again, but this time faintly. Ten
minutes before the hour was up he appeared, wiping the perspiration
from his face, with seven and a half brace of plump duck.
"They were all killed in four shots," he said, as he threw them
down. "They were asleep in the pools, and I let fly right into the
middle of them before they heard me."
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