Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 54, No. 337, November, 1843 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 364 pages of information about Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 54, No. 337, November, 1843.

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 54, No. 337, November, 1843 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 364 pages of information about Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 54, No. 337, November, 1843.

I had ridden on for three or four hours, following the track I had so fortunately discovered, when I came upon the trace of a second horseman, who appeared to have here joined the first traveller.  It ran in a parallel direction to the one I was following.  Had it been possible to increase my joy, this discovery would have done so.  I could now entertain no doubt that I had hit upon the way out of this terrible prairie.  It struck me as being rather singular that two travellers should have met in this immense plain, which so few persons traversed; but that they had done so was certain, for there was the track of the two horses as plain as possible.  The trail was fresh, too, and it was evidently not long since the horsemen had passed.  It might still be possible to overtake them, and in this hope I rode on faster than ever, as fast, at least, as my mustang could carry me through the thick grass and flowers, which in many places were four or five feet high.

During the next three hours I passed over some ten or twelve miles of ground, but although the trail still lay plainly and broadly marked before me, I say nothing of those who had left it.  Still I persevered.  I must overtake them sooner or later, provided I did not lose the track; and that I was most careful not to do, keeping my eyes fixed upon the ground as I rode along, and never deviating from the line which the travellers had followed.

In this manner the day passed away, and evening approached.  I still felt hope and courage; but my physical strength began to give way.  The gnawing sensation of hunger increased.  I was sick and faint; my limbs became heavy, my blood seemed chilled in my veins, and all my senses appeared to grow duller under the influence of exhaustion, thirst, and hunger.  My eyesight became misty, my hearing less acute, the bridle felt cold and heavy in my fingers.

Still I rode on.  Sooner or later I must find an outlet; the prairie must have an end somewhere.  It is true the whole of Southern Texas is one vast prairie; but then there are rivers flowing through it, and if I could reach one of those, I should not be far from the abodes of men.  By following the streams five or six miles up or down, I should be sure to find a plantation.

As I was thus reasoning with, and encouraging myself, I suddenly perceived the traces of a third horse, running parallel to the two which I had been so long following.  This was indeed encouragement.  It was certain that three travellers, arriving from different points of the prairie, and all going in the same direction, must have some object, must be repairing to some village or clearing, and where or what this was had now become indifferent to me, so long as I once more found myself amongst my fellow-men.  I spurred on my mustang, who was beginning to flag a little in his pace with the fatigue of our long ride.

The sun set behind the high trees of an island that bounded my view westward, and there being little or no twilight in those southerly latitudes, the broad day was almost instantaneously replaced by the darkness of night.  I could proceed no further without losing the track of the three horsemen; and as I happened to be close to an island, I fastened my mustang to a branch with the lasso, and threw myself on the grass under the trees.

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