The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. I., No. 3, November, 1834Various
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The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. I., No. 3, November, 1834
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American literature -- 19th century -- Periodicals
My companions threw off their valises, mounted immediately, and gave
chase to the pestilent runaway, which, after a short gallop, had
halted, and with the most provoking coolness began to eat grass from
the prairie. As they approached him, however, he flew off again as fast
as his legs would carry him; and thus he led them to a great distance,
on a chase apparently hopeless. I watched them till I was tired,
coursing over the prairie here and there, now on this side, now on
that, at such a distance that they looked no bigger than cats, and anon
further diminished to mere mice. My white mustang led them up and down,
round and crosswise, as if he delighted in worrying them, occasionally
stopping, as coolly as before, to crop the grass, and then off in a new
direction, like a wild creature as he was. This chase lasted without
intermission for four hours, at the end of which they succeeded in
driving the little white animal towards the house. Mr. Bailey, seeing
him approaching, despatched a messenger to a neighboring farm for
assistance; and a man soon came hurrying down on horseback, provided
with a lazo: a rope with a noose at the end as before described. He
joined in the pursuit with the spirit and skill of one practised in
such employment, and soon got within about eight or ten feet of my
horse, when, with a dexterous fling, he suddenly threw the noose over
his head. Having the beast now completely in his power, he was prepared
to choke him into submission; and the noose was on the point of closing
its grasp round his neck. But here the intelligence and experience of
the mustang stepped in with customary promptitude: for as soon as he
felt the rope round his neck, he stopped stone still, and yielded as
submissively as a lamb. Like an accomplished rogue at last fairly in
the gripe of justice, he seemed in haste to submit, plead guilty and
repent, in order to secure as much leniency as possible; and in a few
moments I was again on the back of this little flying brute, jogging on
as quietly as if he had never rebelled in his life. There was a great
deal of farce in all this: but we had been put to too much
inconvenience by the perverse trick to enjoy the joke: for our loss of
time, we foresaw, would put it out of our power to perform all our
intended day's journey.
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