Outdoor pastimes of an American hunterRoosevelt, Theodore
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Outdoor pastimes of an American hunter
Roosevelt, Theodore
Hunting -- United States; Hunting -- West (U.S.)
On such a trip, when we got into unknown country, it was of course very
necessary to stay near the wagon, especially if we had to hunt for
water. But if we knew the country at all, we would decide in the morning
about where the camp was to be made in the afternoon, and then I would
lope off on my own account, while the wagon lumbered slowly across the
rough prairie sward straight toward its destination. Sometimes I took
the spare man with me, and sometimes not. It was convenient to have him,
for there are continually small emergencies in which it is well to be
with a companion. For instance, if one jumps off for a sudden shot,
there is always a slight possibility that any but a thoroughly trained
horse will get frightened and gallop away. On some of my horses I could
absolutely depend, but there were others, and very good ones too, which
would on rare occasions fail me; and few things are more disheartening
than a long stern chase after one’s steed under such circumstances, with
the unpleasant possibility of seeing him leave the country entirely and
strike out for the ranch fifty or sixty miles distant. If there is a
companion with one, all danger of this is over. Moreover, in galloping
at full speed after the game it is impossible now and then to avoid a
tumble, as the horse may put his leg into a prairie-dog hole or badger
burrow; and on such occasions a companion may come in very handily. On
the other hand, there is so great a charm in absolute solitude, in the
wild, lonely freedom of the great plains, that often I would make some
excuse and go off entirely by myself.
Such rides had a fascination of their own. Hour after hour the wiry pony
shuffled onward across the sea of short, matted grass. On every side the
plains stretched seemingly limitless. Sometimes there would be no object
to break the horizon; sometimes across a score of miles there would loom
through the clear air the fantastic outlines of a chain of buttes,
rising grim and barren. Occasionally there might be a slightly marked
watercourse, every drop of moisture long dried; and usually there would
not be as much as the smallest sage-brush anywhere in sight. As the sun
rose higher and higher the shadows of horse and rider shortened, and the
beams were reflected from the short, bleached blades until in the hot
air all the landscape afar off seemed to dance and waver. Often on such
trips days went by without our coming across another human being, and
the loneliness and vastness of the country seemed as unbroken as if the
old vanished days had returned—the days of the wild wilderness
wanderers, and the teeming myriads of game they followed, and the
scarcely wilder savages against whom they warred.
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