The Oregon Trail of Francis ParkmanGinn, 1910 - 361 pages |
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Page 307 - The dust and tumult passed away, and on the prairie, far behind the rest, I saw a solitary buffalo galloping heavily. In a moment I and my victim were running side by side. My firearms were all empty, and I had in my pouch nothing but rifle bullets, too large for the pistols and too small for the gun. I loaded the...
Page 306 - ... amid a cloud of dust the buffalo seemed to sink into the earth before me. One vivid impression of that instant remains upon my mind. I remember looking down upon the backs of several buffalo dimly visible through the dust. We had run unawares upon a ravine. At that moment I was not the most accurate judge of depth and width, but when I passed it on my return, I found it about twelve feet deep and not quite twice as wide at the bottom. It was impossible to stop ; I would have done so gladly if...
Page 76 - It is worth noticing that on the Platte one may sometimes see the shattered wrecks of ancient claw-footed tables, well waxed and rubbed, or massive bureaus of carved oak.
Page 76 - Alleghanies to the wilderness of Ohio or Kentucky; then to Illinois or Missouri; and now at last fondly stowed away in the family wagon for the interminable journey to Oregon. But the stern privations of the way are little anticipated. The cherished relic is soon flung out to scorch and crack upon the hot prairie. We resumed our journey; but we had gone scarcely a mile when R called out from the rear, — •We'll 'camp here." "Why do you want to 'camp? Look at 'the sun.
Page 301 - The chief difficulty in running buffalo, as it seems to me, is that of loading the gun or pistol at full gallop. Many hunters for convenience' sake carry three or four bullets in the mouth ; the powder is poured down the muzzle of the piece, the bullet dropped in after it, the stock struck hard upon the pommel of the saddle, and the work is done. The danger of this is obvious.
Page 11 - The prairies had been his school ; he could neither read nor write, but he had a natural refinement and delicacy of mind, such as is rare even in women.
Page 305 - I handed him my rifle and rode forward to Shaw. "Are you ready?" he asked. "Come on," said I. "Keep down that hollow," said Henry, "and then they won't see you till you get close to them.
Page 176 - Water, who sat by himself at one side, looked up with his withered face, and said he had always known what the thunder was. It was a great black bird ; and once he had seen it, in a dream, swooping down from the Black Hills, with its loud roaring wings ; and when it flapped them over a lake, they struck lightning from the water. " The thunder is bad," said another old man, who sat muffled in his buffalo-robe ; " he killed my brother last summer.
Page 276 - Two or three squalid Mexicans, with their broad hats, and their vile faces overgrown with hair, were lounging about the bank of the river in front of it. They disappeared as they saw us approach; and as we rode up to the gate, a light active little figure came out to meet us. It was our old friend Richard.
Page 56 - We all drew rein, and sat joyfully looking down upon the prospect. It was right welcome; strange, too, and striking to the imagination, and yet it had not one picturesque or beautiful feature ; nor had it any of the features of grandeur, other than its vast extent, its solitude, and its wildness. For league after league, a plain as level as a...