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The White Scalper. Gustave Aimard
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Автор произведения Gustave Aimard
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Gustave Aimard
The White Scalper
A Story of the Texan War
Published by Good Press, 2021
EAN 4064066156947
Table of Contents
A RECONNOISSANCE.
A BARGAIN.
THE RETREAT.
JOHN DAVIS.
BEFORE THE BATTLE.
THE BATTLE OF CERRO PARDO.
THE ATEPETL.
HOSPITALITY.
THE MARRIAGE.
RETURN TO LIFE.
THE PIRATES OF THE PRAIRIES.
IN THE CAVERN.
A CONVERSATION.
TWO ENEMIES.
THE AMBUSCADE.
THE SCALP DANCE.
A REACTION.
A PAGE OF HISTORY.
THE BIVOUAC.
SANDOVAL.
LOYAL HEART'S HISTORY.
THE EXPIATION.
IN THE DESERT.
THE LAST HALT.
SAN JACINTO.
CHAPTER I.
A RECONNOISSANCE.
Colonel Melendez, after leaving the Jaguar, galloped with his head afire, and panting chest, along the Galveston road, exciting with his spurs the ardour of his horse, which yet seemed to devour space, so rapid was its speed. But it is a long journey from the Salto del Frayle to the town. While galloping, the Colonel reflected; and the more he did so, the more impossible did it appear to him that the Jaguar had told him the truth. In fact, how could it be supposed that this partisan, brave and rash though he was, would have dared to attack, at the head of a handful of adventurers, a well-equipped corvette, manned by a numerous crew, and commanded by one of the best officers in the Mexican navy? The capture of the fort seemed even more improbable to the Colonel.
While reflecting thus, the Colonel had gradually slackened his horse's speed; the animal, feeling that it was no longer watched, had insensibly passed from a gallop into a canter, then a trot, and by a perfectly natural transition, fell into a walk, with drooping head, and snapping at the blades of grass within its reach.
Night had set in for some time past; a complete silence brooded over the country, only broken by the hollow moan of the sea as it rolled over the shingle. The Colonel was following a small track formed along the coast, which greatly shortened the distance separating him from Galveston. This path, much used by day, was at this early hour of night completely deserted; the ranchos that stood here and there were shut up, and no light gleamed through their narrow windows, for the fishermen, fatigued by the rude toil of the day, had retired to bed at an early hour.
The young officer's horse, which had more and more slackened its pace, emboldened by impunity, at length stopped near a scrubby bush, whose leaves it began nibbling. This immobility aroused the Colonel from his reverie, and he looked about him to see where he was. Although the obscurity was very dense, it was easy for him to perceive that he was still a long distance from his destination. About a musket-shot ahead was a rancho, whose hermetically-closed windows allowed a thin pencil of light to filter through the interstices of the shutters. The Colonel struck his repeater and found it was midnight. To go on would be madness; the more so, as it would be impossible for him to find a boat in which to cross to the island. Greatly annoyed at this obstacle, which, supposing the Jaguar's revelations to be true, might