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
Hence John Davis, though he flattered himself he was a strong-minded
man, did not fail, like all his countrymen, to possess a strong dose of
credulity; and this man, who would not have recoiled at the sight of
several muskets pointed at his breast, felt himself shiver with fear at
the sound of a leaf falling at night on his shoulder.
Moreover, so soon as the idea occurred to John Davis that the White
Scalper was a demon, or, at the very least, a sorcerer, it got hold of
him, and this supposition straightway became an article of belief with
him. Naturally, he found himself at once relieved by this discovery; his
ideas returned to their usual current, and the anxiety that occupied his
mind disappeared as if by enchantment; henceforth his opinion was formed
about this man, and if accident again brought them face to face, he
would know how to behave to him.
Happy at having at length found this solution, he gaily raised his head,
and took a long searching look around him at the landscape he was riding
through.
He was nearly in the centre of a vast rolling prairie, covered with tall
grass, and with a few clumps of mahogany and pine trees scattered here
and there.
Suddenly he rose in his stirrups, placed his hand as a shade over his
eyes, and looked attentively.
About half a mile from the spot where he had halted, and a little to the
right, that is to say, exactly in the direction he intended to follow
himself, he noticed a thin column of smoke, which rose from the middle
of a thicket of aloe and larch trees.
On the desert, smoke seen by the wayside always furnishes ample matter
for reflection.
Smoke generally rises from a fire round which several persons are
seated.
Now man, in this more unfortunate than the wild beasts, fears before all
else on the prairie meeting with his fellow-man, for he may wager a
hundred to one that the man he meets will prove an enemy.
Still John Davis, after ripe consideration, resolved to push on toward
the fire; since morning he had been fasting, hunger was beginning to
prick him, and in addition he felt excessively fatigued; he therefore
inspected his weapons with the most scrupulous attention, so as to be
able to have recourse to them if necessary, and digging the spur into
his horse's flank, he went on boldly toward the smoke, while carefully
watching the neighbourhood for fear of a surprise.
At the end of ten minutes he reached his destination; but when fifty
yards from the clump of trees, he checked the speed of his horse, and
laid his rifle across the saddle-bow; his face lost the anxious
expression which had covered it, and he advanced toward the fire with a
smile on his lips, and the most friendly air imaginable.
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