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Title: The hunter and the trapper in North America ; or, Romantic adventures in field and forest. From the French of Bénédict Révoil
Year: 1875 (1870s)
Authors: Révoil, Bénédict Henry, 1816-1882 Adams, W. H. Davenport (William Henry Davenport), 1828-1891
Subjects: Hunting Game and game-birds
Publisher: London, New York : T. Nelson and Sons
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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ndation was superfluous; but Ihave always since believed that the horse understood themeaning of my cruel words, and that he resolved fromthat moment to execute the startling vengeance which heafterwards took, as the reader will duly learn. ■\ My travelling companions were all as joyous as brave,and gaiety reigned throughout our ranks. The ad-venturous life which they Jed furnished, for the greaterpart of the time, the theme of their conversation, andto the astonishing stories they related, I listened with the (414) 21 322 CROSSING THE PRAIRIE. liveliest attention. Thus we went on our way withoutfatigue. , The Mexican had restored to me my horse, who wasnow, he declared, perfectly disciplined, and I was comfort-ably installed upon his back. It needed, however, allthese circumstances to render the journey endurable; forwe quitted the broken country through which we hadbeen travelling since our departure, to enter upon a vast,bare, and sterile plain, devoid of everything attractive to
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WE WENDED OUR DREARY WAY ACROSS THE WASTE. the eye. The monotony of the landscape was unrelievedby hills, trees, or even a simple bush. We wended our dreary way across the waste for aboutthree days. At length, on the evening of the third, when we werebeginning to find the spectacle immeasurably fatiguing,we discovered a huge mass outlined against the horizon,like a group of sombre clouds. It was the lofty range ofthe summits of San Saba. At this sight, our little fat man, whom the dreary THE doctors mishap. 323 breadth of the desert plain had wearied more than anyother, showed himself full of vivacity :— Hurrah ! he cried, now is the time for tasting thebear ! I bet, gentlemen, and he brandished his lancewith a martial air, I bet that the first eaten shall bekilled by your humble servant, and with this lance, whichhas been the object of your railleries. You may laugh,but I will keep my word, and that before to-morrowevening. While uttering his bellicose defiance, the little mandug h

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