The Pioneer Boys of the Missouri; or, In the Country of the Sioux — John Shaqi
The Pioneer Boys of the Missouri; or, In the Country of the SiouxRathborne, St. George
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The Pioneer Boys of the Missouri; or, In the Country of the Sioux
Rathborne, St. George
Frontier and pioneer life -- Juvenile fiction; Missouri River -- Juvenile fiction
They tried to keep as near to one another as possible. The one danger
Dick feared more than anything else was that one of the horses in this
headlong gallop might set his feet in a marmot hole, and bring about
disaster; for a spill in the face of the oncoming army of buffaloes
would mean that the unfortunate one must be trampled under foot,
whether his horse had a leg broken or not.
When first seen the buffaloes had apparently been simply galloping
steadily on, as though bent on changing their feeding grounds; but
Dick, turning to look with each flash, believed he could detect a
change coming over their method of advance.
This was doubtless caused by the increasing crashes of thunder that
sounded high above the steady roar of those tens of thousands of hoofs
beating upon the hard turf. In other words, as the oncoming storm
began to overtake the drove, their gallop was fast degenerating into a
stampede, when every animal would put on its best spurt, and, wild with
fear, seek to outrun the threatening gale.
Already the horses were doing their best, and it was folly to dig
one's heels into the sides of his straining beast, as Roger was doing,
seeking to obtain a little more speed.
And now both boys began to look anxiously ahead. Despite the best
efforts of the horses it seemed as though the leading buffaloes were
much closer to them than when the mad race had started; and this meant
that, unless they could manage to gain the shelter of the trees, they
were going to have a hard time of it avoiding disaster.
Already Roger had learned that his comrade had guessed true when he
said that the indistinct line along the horizon, seen just at sunset,
must be trees. They had become much more distinct by now, so that,
although but a fleeting glimpse of them could be obtained when the
lightning flashed, still that was enough.
And now the rain started to fall, but neither cared for that, if only
it did not interfere with their striking the timber belt at its nearest
point.
Probably neither of those boys would ever forget that wild ride, with
the thunder booming all around them; the lightning seeming to strike
here, there, and everywhere; the rain falling in a deluge that soon
soaked them to the skin; and, worst of all, that endless line of
galloping bison gaining constantly, as they were urged on by their
fright.
Once Roger's horse stumbled, and the boy came near falling, only
retaining his seat because he had firmly fixed himself there. His
heart seemed to jump into his throat with a sudden fear lest the animal
had lamed itself, and would prove unequal to the task of keeping ahead
of the oncoming herd.
But, so far as could be seen, the horse did not show any signs of
injury.
"Can we make it, Dick?"
It was necessary for Roger to shout, although at the time he could not
have been ten feet away from his companion. The combination of noises
all around them prevented such a small thing as a human voice from
being heard, unless strained to the utmost.
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