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Notwithstanding
its
number
--
larger
than
usual
for
a
party
of
borderers
merely
in
search
of
a
strayed
neighbour
--
the
expedition
pursued
its
way
with
,
considerable
caution
.
There
was
reason
.
The
Indians
were
upon
the
war-trail
.
Scouts
were
sent
out
in
advance
;
and
professed
"
trackers
"
employed
to
pick
up
,
and
interpret
the
"
sign
.
"
On
the
prairie
,
extending
nearly
ten
miles
to
the
westward
of
the
Leona
,
no
trail
was
discovered
.
The
turf
,
hard
and
dry
,
only
showed
the
tracks
of
a
horse
when
going
in
a
gallop
.
None
such
were
seen
along
the
route
.
At
ten
miles
'
distance
from
the
Fort
the
plain
is
traversed
by
a
tract
of
chapparal
,
running
north-west
and
south-east
.
It
is
a
true
Texan
jungle
,
laced
by
llianas
,
and
almost
impenetrable
for
man
and
horse
.
Through
this
jungle
,
directly
opposite
the
Fort
,
there
is
an
opening
,
through
which
passes
a
path
--
the
shortest
that
leads
to
the
head
waters
of
the
Nueces
.
It
is
a
sort
of
natural
avenue
among
the
trees
that
stand
closely
crowded
on
each
side
,
but
refrain
from
meeting
.
It
may
be
artificial
:
some
old
"
war-trail
"
of
the
Comanches
,
erst
trodden
by
their
expeditionary
parties
on
the
maraud
to
Tamaulipas
,
Coahuila
,
or
New
Leon
.
The
trackers
knew
that
it
conducted
to
the
Alamo
;
and
,
therefore
,
guided
the
expedition
into
it
.
Shortly
after
entering
among
the
trees
,
one
of
the
latter
,
who
had
gone
afoot
in
the
advance
,
was
seen
standing
by
the
edge
of
the
thicket
,
as
if
waiting
to
announce
some
recently
discovered
fact
.
"
What
is
it
?
"
demanded
the
major
,
spurring
ahead
of
the
others
,
and
riding
up
to
the
tracker
.
"
Sign
?
"
"
Ay
,
that
there
is
,
major
;
and
plenty
of
it
.
Look
there
!
In
that
bit
of
sottish
ground
you
see
--
"
