Indians of North America -- Juvenile fiction; Pioneers -- West (U.S.) -- Juvenile fiction; Slavery -- Juvenile fiction
The animals we were watching were of the size of a rabbit, with hair
like that of a rat, the colour being of a light red, resembling the
squirrel. Their tails, however, instead of curling over, stood straight
up over their backs and seemed formed for the express purpose of
wagging, which they did to a prodigious amount. They are of the most
sociable disposition, and are generally found living in large colonies
on the prairies. We watched for a minute or two, but they did not again
show their noses above the ground. No sooner, however, had we turned
our horses' heads, and begun to ride off, than we were saluted by a
chorus of barks, which was kept up until we were out of hearing.
We should have halted at noon, but as no water could be found, we pushed
on, in the hopes of coming to a pool at which the cattle could drink.
We carried, however, enough in our water-bottles to slake our own
thirst. The sun beat down on our heads with greater force than we had
yet experienced, and compelled us frequently to apply to them. The poor
animals, we knew, must be suffering greatly, but the small portion of
the precious liquid we could have spared would have afforded them no
relief. In vain we rode sometimes to the north, sometimes to the south,
in the hopes of discovering the smallest puddle. At last we had to halt
to rest the weary cattle, though we could find no water, and without it
they showed no inclination to crop the hard, wiry grass. We therefore
remained but a short time, and once more pushed forward. As evening
approached we began to feel very anxious, for without water the oxen
ould scarcely perform their next day's journey. The sun, verging
towards the west, was shining in our eyes and prevented us from
discerning objects in that direction. At length Mr Tidey, who was on
ahead, shouted to me that he saw a hollow, with shrubs growing round it,
and that in all probability water would be found at the bottom; I got up
alongside him, and we rode forward together. As we drew nearer the
hollow appeared to increase in size, but still we could see no water.
"Surely there must be some there!" exclaimed Mr Tidey; "it cannot all
have dried up."
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