The Border Rifles: A Tale of the Texan WarAimard, Gustave
History
The Border Rifles: A Tale of the Texan War
Aimard, Gustave
Texas -- History -- To 1846 -- Fiction; Western stories
After quitting Blue-fox, he galloped on for some time in the direction
where he expected to find the Jaguar; but gradually he yielded to his
thoughts, and his horse, understanding with that admirable instinct
which distinguishes these noble animals, that its rider was paying no
attention to it, gradually reduced its pace, passing from the gallop to
a trot, and then to a foot-pace, walking with its head down, and
snapping at a few blades of grass as it passed.
John Davis was considerably perplexed by the conduct of one of the
persons with whom accident had brought him in contact on this morning so
fertile in events of every description. The person who had the privilege
of arousing the American's attention to no eminent degree was the White
Scalper.
The heroic struggle sustained by this man alone against a swarm of
obstinate enemies, his herculean strength, the skill with which he
managed his horse--all in this strange man seemed to him to border on
the marvellous.
During bivouac watches on the prairie he had frequently heard the most
extraordinary and exaggerated stories told about this hunter by the
Indians with, a terror, the reason of which he comprehended, now that he
had seen the man; for this individual who laughed at weapons directed
against his chest, and ever emerged safe and sound from the combats he
engaged in, seemed rather a demon than a being appertaining to humanity.
John Davis felt himself shudder involuntarily at this thought, and
congratulated himself in having so miraculously escaped the danger he
had incurred in his encounter with the Scalper.
We will mention, in passing, that no people in the world are more
superstitious than the North Americans. This is easy to understand: this
nation--a perfect harlequin's garb--is an heterogeneous composite of all
the races that people the old world; each of the representatives of
these races arrived in America, bearing in his emigrants' baggage not
only his vices and passions, but also his creed and his superstitions,
which are the wildest, most absurd, and puerile possible. This was the
more easily effected, because the mass of emigrants, who have at various
periods sought a refuge in America, was composed of people for the most
part devoid of all learning, or even of a semblance of education; from
this point of view, the North Americans, we must do them the justice of
saying, have not at all degenerated; they are at the present day at
least as ignorant and brutal as were their ancestors.
It is easy to imagine the strange number of legends about sorcerers and
phantoms which are current in North America. These legends, preserved by
tradition, passing from mouth to mouth, and with time becoming mingled
one with the other, have necessarily been heightened in a country where
the grand aspect of nature renders the mind prone to reverie and
melancholy.
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