ILLUSTRATIONS.

Frontispiece
Attack on the Lighthouse
Before the Gale
Escape from a Shark
Tiger and Buffalo
Charge of the Buffalo
Loss of the Blendenhall
Death of Montgomery
Escape from the Rhinoceros
The Pursuit
Loss of the Monticello
Attack on Boonesborough
Death of the Widow’s Daughter
Attacked by Wolves
Attack on Estill’s Station
Our Flag on the Rocky Mountains
A Sail in Sight
Savages Torturing a Captive
Gen. Jackson and Weatherford
Gen. Coffee’s Attack on the Indians
Hunting the Rhinoceros
Hunting the Tiger
Ship towed by Bullocks
Burning of the Kent

THRILLING ADVENTURES BY LAND AND SEA.

INCIDENT AT RESACA DE LA PALMA.

Sergeant Milton gives the following account of an incident which befel him at the Battle of Resaca de la Palma.

“At Palo Alto,” says he, “I took my rank in the troop as second sergeant, and while upon the field my horse was wounded in the jaw by a grape-shot, which disabled him for service.  While he was plunging in agony I dismounted, and the quick eye of Captain May observed me as I alighted from my horse.  He inquired if I was hurt.  I answered no—­that my horse was the sufferer.  I am glad it is not yourself,’ replied he; ‘there is another,’ (pointing at the same time to a steed without a rider, which was standing with dilated eye, gazing at the strife,) ‘mount him,’ I approached the horse, and he stood still until I put my hand upon the rein and patted his neck, when he rubbed his head alongside of me, as if pleased that some human being was about to become his companion in the affray.

“On the second day, at Resaca de la Palma, our troop stood anxiously waiting for the signal to be given, and never had I looked upon men on whose countenances were more clearly expressed a fixed determination to win.  The lips of some were pale with excitement, and their eyes wore that fixed expression which betokens mischief; others, with shut teeth, would quietly laugh, and catch a tighter grip of the rein, or seat themselves with care and firmness in the saddle, while quiet words of confidence and encouragement were passed from each to his neighbor.  All at once Captain May rode to the front of his troop—­every rein and sabre was tightly grasped.  Raising himself and pointing at the battery, he shouted, ‘Men, follow!’ There was now a clattering of hoofs and a rattling of sabre sheaths—­the fire of the enemy’s guns was partly drawn by Lieutenant Ridgely, and the next moment we were sweeping like the wind up the ravine.  I was in a squad of about nine men, who were separated by a shower of grape from the battery, and we were in advance, May leading.  He turned his horse opposite the breastwork, in front of the guns, and with another shout ‘to follow,’ leaped over them.  Several of the horses did follow,