. The hunter and the trapper in North America; or, Romantic adventures in field and forest . ed me horrible torture : Inearly fainted, and scarcely knowing what I did, I let gothe bridle, and clutched with both hands at the pommelof the saddle. I remember that at length I was received by the tirail-leurs at the gate of Bexar, and I also remember to ha^eheard a voice exclaim,— Poor fellow, I did not think we should ever see himmore ! It seems they helped me down from my horse, caniedme into the barracks, and laid me on a bed, where I wascarefully attended to. Tlius was I saved ! Afterwards I he
. The hunter and the trapper in North America; or, Romantic adventures in field and forest . ed me horrible torture : Inearly fainted, and scarcely knowing what I did, I let gothe bridle, and clutched with both hands at the pommelof the saddle. I remember that at length I was received by the tirail-leurs at the gate of Bexar, and I also remember to ha^eheard a voice exclaim,— Poor fellow, I did not think we should ever see himmore ! It seems they helped me down from my horse, caniedme into the barracks, and laid me on a bed, where I wascarefully attended to. Tlius was I saved ! Afterwards I heard the story of my companions for-tunes. The Redskins had attacked them singly, and adesperate struggle ensued, in the course of which twomen were killed and several others left for dead. CaptainShark was taken prisoner and scalped, an operation whichhe did not long survive. Tlie little man was wounded,but not desperately, and in company with most of hisfriends effected a gallant retreat, and returned to Bexarwithout further molestation. And this was the end of our hunting CHAPTER XXI. THE BISON.
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