The Border Rifles: A Tale of the Texan WarAimard, Gustave
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The Border Rifles: A Tale of the Texan War
Aimard, Gustave
Texas -- History -- To 1846 -- Fiction; Western stories
The Indians are justly renowned for their cleverness; forced, through
the life they lead from their birth, to employ continually the physical
qualities with which Providence has given them, in them hearing, smell,
and, above all, sight have attained such a development, that they can
fairly contend with wild beasts, of whom, after all, they are only
plagiarists; but, as they have at their disposal one advantage over
animals in the intelligence which permits them to combine their actions
and see their probable consequences, they have acquired a cat-like
success, if we may be allowed to employ the expression, which enables
them to accomplish surprising things, of which only those who have seen
them at work can form a correct idea, so greatly does their skill go
beyond the range of possibility.
It is before all when they have to follow a trail, that the cleverness
of the Indians, and the knowledge they possess of the laws of nature,
acquire extraordinary proportions. Whatever care their enemy may have
taken, whatever precautions he may have employed to hide his trail and
render it invisible, they always succeed in discovering it in the end;
from them the desert has retained no secrets, for them this virgin and
majestic nature is a book, every page of which is known to them, and in
which they read fluently, without the slightest--we will not say
mistake, but merely--hesitation.
Blue-fox, though still very young, had already gained a well-deserved
reputation for cleverness and astuteness; hence under the present
circumstances, surrounded in all probability by invisible enemies, whose
eyes, constantly fixed on the spot that served as his refuge, watched
his every movement, he prepared with redoubled prudence to foil their
machinations and countermine their plans.
After arranging with his comrades a signal in the probable event of
their help being required, he took off his buffalo robe, whose wide
folds might have impeded his movements, removed all the ornaments with
which his head, neck, and chest were loaded, and only retained his
_mitasses_, a species of drawers made in two pieces, fastened from
distance to distance with hair, bound round the loins with a strip of
untanned deer-hide, and descending to his ankles.
Thus clothed, he rolled himself several times in the sand, for his body
to assume an earthy colour. Then he passed through his belt his tomahawk
and scalping knife, weapons an Indian never lays aside, seized his rifle
in his right hand, and, after giving a parting nod to his comrades who
attentively watched his different preparations, he lay down on the
ground, and began crawling like a serpent through the tall grass and
detritus of every description.
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