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In
Mexican
times
these
questions
formed
the
staple
of
conversation
,
at
desayuno
,
almuerzo
,
comida
,
y
cena
;
in
American
times
,
up
to
this
present
hour
,
they
have
been
the
themes
of
discussion
at
the
breakfast
,
dinner
,
and
supper
tables
.
In
the
planter
's
piazza
,
as
in
the
hunter
's
camp
,
bear
,
deer
,
cougar
,
and
peccary
,
are
not
named
with
half
the
frequency
,
or
half
the
fear-inspiring
emphasis
,
allotted
to
the
word
"
Indian
.
"
It
is
this
that
scares
the
Texan
child
instead
of
the
stereotyped
nursery
ghost
,
keeping
it
awake
upon
its
moss-stuffed
mattress
--
disturbing
almost
as
much
the
repose
of
its
parent
.
Despite
the
surrounding
of
strong
walls
--
more
resembling
those
of
a
fortress
than
a
gentleman
's
dwelling
--
the
inmates
of
Casa
del
Corvo
were
not
excepted
from
this
feeling
of
apprehension
,
universal
along
the
frontier
.
As
yet
they
knew
little
of
the
Indians
,
and
that
little
only
from
report
;
but
,
day
by
day
,
they
were
becoming
better
acquainted
with
the
character
of
this
natural
"
terror
"
that
interfered
with
the
slumbers
of
their
fellow
settlers
.
That
it
was
no
mere
"
bogie
"
they
had
begun
to
believe
;
but
if
any
of
them
remained
incredulous
,
a
note
received
from
the
major
commanding
the
Fort
--
about
two
weeks
after
the
horse-hunting
expedition
--
was
calculated
to
cure
them
of
their
incredulity
.
It
came
in
the
early
morning
,
carried
by
a
mounted
rifleman
.
It
was
put
into
the
hands
of
the
planter
just
as
he
was
about
sitting
down
to
the
breakfast-table
,
around
which
were
assembled
the
three
individuals
who
composed
his
household
--
his
daughter
Louise
,
his
son
Henry
,
and
his
nephew
Cassius
Calhoun
.
"
Startling
news
!
"
he
exclaimed
,
after
hastily
reading
,
the
note
.
"
Not
very
pleasant
if
true
;
and
I
suppose
there
can
be
no
doubt
of
that
,
since
the
major
appears
convinced
.
"
"
Unpleasant
news
,
papa
?
"
asked
his
daughter
,
a
spot
of
red
springing
to
her
cheek
as
she
put
the
question
.
The
spoken
interrogatory
was
continued
by
others
,
not
uttered
aloud
.
"
What
can
the
major
have
written
to
him
?
I
met
him
yesterday
while
riding
in
the
chapparal
.
He
saw
me
in
company
with
--
Can
it
be
that
?
Mon
Dieu
!
if
father
should
hear
it
--
"
"
'
The
Comanches
on
the
war
trail
'
--
so
writes
the
major
.
"
"
Oh
,
that
's
all
!
"
said
Louise
,
involuntarily
giving
voice
to
the
phrase
,
as
if
the
news
had
nothing
so
very
fearful
in
it
.
"
You
frightened
us
,
sir
.
I
thought
it
was
something
worse
.
"
