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"
No
use
my
staying
here
!
It
might
be
daybreak
before
the
damned
liquor
gets
out
of
his
skull
.
I
may
as
well
go
back
to
the
hacienda
and
wait
there
;
or
else
--
or
else
--
"
The
alternative
,
that
at
this
crisis
presented
itself
,
was
nor
,
spoken
aloud
.
Whatever
it
may
have
been
,
it
had
the
effect
of
terminating
the
hesitancy
that
living
over
him
,
and
stirring
him
to
immediate
action
.
Roughly
tearing
his
rein
from
the
branch
,
and
passing
it
over
his
horse
's
head
,
he
sprang
into
the
saddle
,
and
rode
off
from
the
jacalé
in
a
direction
the
very
opposite
to
that
in
which
he
had
approached
it
.
No
one
can
deny
,
that
a
ride
upon
a
smooth-turfed
prairie
is
one
of
the
most
positive
pleasures
of
sublunary
existence
.
No
one
will
deny
it
,
who
has
had
the
good
fortune
to
experience
the
delightful
sensation
.
With
a
spirited
horse
between
your
thighs
,
a
well-stocked
valise
strapped
to
the
cantle
of
your
saddle
,
a
flask
of
French
brandy
slung
handy
over
the
"
horn
,
"
and
a
plethoric
cigar-case
protruding
from
under
the
flap
of
your
pistol
holster
,
you
may
set
forth
upon
a
day
's
journey
,
without
much
fear
of
feeling
weary
by
the
way
.
A
friend
riding
by
your
side
--
like
yourself
alive
to
the
beauties
of
nature
,
and
sensitive
to
its
sublimities
--
will
make
the
ride
,
though
long
,
and
otherwise
arduous
,
a
pleasure
to
be
remembered
for
many
,
many
years
.
If
that
friend
chance
to
be
some
fair
creature
,
upon
whom
you
have
fixed
your
affections
,
then
will
you
experience
a
delight
to
remain
in
your
memory
for
ever
.
Ah
!
if
all
prairie-travellers
were
to
be
favoured
with
such
companionship
,
the
wilderness
of
Western
Texas
would
soon
become
crowded
with
tourists
;
the
great
plains
would
cease
to
be
"
pathless
,
"
--
the
savannas
would
swarm
with
snobs
.
It
is
better
as
it
is
.
As
it
is
,
you
may
launch
yourself
upon
the
prairie
:
and
once
beyond
the
precincts
of
the
settlement
from
which
you
have
started
--
unless
you
keep
to
the
customary
"
road
,
"
indicated
only
by
the
hoof-prints
of
half
a
dozen
horsemen
who
have
preceded
you
--
you
may
ride
on
for
hours
,
days
,
weeks
,
months
,
perhaps
a
whole
year
,
without
encountering
aught
that
bears
the
slightest
resemblance
to
yourself
,
or
the
image
in
which
you
have
been
made
.
Only
those
who
have
traversed
the
great
plain
of
Texas
can
form
a
true
estimate
of
its
illimitable
vastness
;
impressing
the
mind
with
sensations
similar
to
those
we
feel
in
the
contemplation
of
infinity
.
