The Southwestern Historical Quarterly, Volume 34, July 1930 - April, 1931 Page: 30
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told of the hardy setlers camp. To the east at the distance of a
mile a herd of Buffalow were quietly grazing their humps only
visible above the tall grass, after feasting my eye and sense for
some time on this wilderness of beauty, I proposed a hunt; although
the scene, the time, the sabbath-like stillness that reigned around,
had a softning humanizing effect upon me, although I felt while
making the proposition, - whilest loading my rifle-that it was
almost sacrilege to disturb the serene quiet of the place. Yet all
was not sufficient to overcome the natural cruelty, tyrany and
pride of man, who is ever ready to assert and maintain his
superiority over all other creatures. None of the party, except
Peters would believe they were Buffalow: so he and I started in
pursuit of them, when in 200 yds. I gave him my horse and
attempted to steal upon them. But he, cannot at any time, or
under circumstances resist the propensity he has for hallowing
after one who is starting off, of chargin and directing at all times
and places. So when I had got within 100 yds. of the herd; he
commenced calling to me, directing me which to shove, where to
go, when to stop, etc. I verily believe he could not aproach a
heard of work cattle without affrighting them. I made signs to
him to keep silent, but it would not do, as might be expected, they
heard him and commenced snuffing and stamping around. Just
then the wind lulled (I had the wind of them) and they sented
me, in an instant the whole herd were in full flight. I sprang up
and fired without effect. I ran back, mounted my horse, took a.
brace of pistols and started in chase. My horse frighten'd at
them, I made several efforts to fly off at an angle from their trail.
At length after running a mile, I brought him along side of them.
At a distance of perhaps ten yards I fired. I saw the long hair
fly off his side or shoulder. My bridle had by some accident become
entangled, I could no longer manage my horse who at the report
of the pistol wheeled and ran several hundred yards in the opposit
direction. The lateness of the hour and jaded condition of my
horse compelled me to give up the pursuit. We crossed the St.
Gabriel and encamped on its southern bank. A man by the name
of Strowd, had emigrated from Red River Co. and pitched his tent
here, for he had no house, it should be called an earthly paradise,
in the rear of his tent, lay about 300 acres of land inclined just
enough towards the river to drain the water. Around the bottom
the river makes a bend, back of it, the prairie rises suddenly into
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