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
no housing is necessary in such a climate, and no provision of food for
them is to be made, in a country where there is perpetual green. They
feed during the winter in the bottoms, and as yet do not require salt,
for some reason unaccountable to me. One might expect that cattle left
thus to herd together in such immense droves, without the care or
control of man during their lives, would contract habits of timidity or
of fierceness; but I was assured that they are in one respect more
manageable than the tame cattle I have seen: for a horseman can always
readily separate such as he chooses from a herd, by riding after them
one at a time, though this is a task of great difficulty with our
northern cattle, even where they have roads and fences to restrain
them.
We shall conclude by extracting another portion of the work, which in
the simple and unpretending language of the author, presents a picture
of such striking beauty, that the eye of a poet might almost mistake it
for Elysium.
I had never been at all prepared for the indescribable beauty of a
Texas prairie at this season of the year, which I now could not avoid
admiring, even under such unpleasant circumstances. The wild flowers
had greatly multiplied, so that they were often spread around us in the
utmost profusion, and in wonderful variety. Some of those which are
most cultivated in oar northern gardens were here in full bloom and
perfection, intermingled with many which I had never before seen, of
different forms and colors. I should despair of giving my reader any
adequate idea of the scenes which were thus so richly adorned, and
through which we often passed for acres in extent, breaking for
ourselves the only path perceptible on the whole prairie. Among the
flowers were the largest and most delicate I had ever seen, with others
the most gaudy. Among them were conspicuous different species about six
inches in diameter, presenting concentric zones of the brightest
yellow, red and blue, in striking contrasts. In more than one instance
these fields of flowers were not only so gay and luxuriant as to seem
like a vast garden richly stocked with the finest plants and abandoned
to a congenial soil, but extensive almost beyond limitation: for it was
sometimes difficult to discover whether they stopped short of the
horizon. It was singular also that patches were here and there
overspread by mimosas, which, as our horses passed through them, drew
up their leaves and dropped their branches whenever they were brushed
by their feet, thus making a withered trace on the surface, which was
but gradually obliterated as these timid plants regained their courage,
raised their stems again and expanded their withered leaves. The plants
whose sensitiveness had thus been overcome, were rendered
distinguishable to the eye from others, by the exposure they made of
the lower side of their leaves when they folded them up: that side
being of a much lighter hue than the upper. There was a phenomenon
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