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"
'
Tis
old
Nick
upon
horseback
!
"
cried
a
fearless
frontiersman
,
who
would
scarce
have
quailed
to
encounter
his
Satanic
majesty
even
in
that
guise
.
"
By
the
'
tarnal
Almighty
,
it
's
the
devil
himself
.
"
The
boisterous
laugh
which
succeeded
the
profane
utterance
of
the
reckless
speaker
,
while
it
only
added
to
the
awe
of
his
less
courageous
comrades
,
appeared
to
produce
an
effect
on
the
headless
horseman
.
Wheeling
suddenly
round
--
his
horse
at
the
same
time
sending
forth
a
scream
that
caused
either
the
earth
or
the
atmosphere
to
tremble
--
he
commenced
galloping
away
He
went
direct
towards
the
sun
;
and
continued
this
course
,
until
only
by
his
motion
could
he
be
distinguished
from
one
of
those
spots
that
have
puzzled
the
philosopher
--
at
length
altogether
disappearing
,
as
though
he
had
ridden
into
the
dazzling
disc
!
The
party
of
searchers
,
under
the
command
of
the
major
,
was
not
the
only
one
that
went
forth
from
Fort
Inge
on
that
eventful
morning
.
Nor
was
it
the
earliest
to
take
saddle
.
Long
before
--
in
fact
close
following
the
dawn
of
day
--
a
much
smaller
party
,
consisting
of
only
four
horsemen
,
was
seen
setting
out
from
the
suburbs
of
the
village
,
and
heading
their
horses
in
the
direction
of
the
Nueces
.
These
could
not
be
going
in
search
of
the
dead
body
of
Henry
Poindexter
.
At
that
hour
no
one
suspected
that
the
young
man
was
dead
,
or
even
that
he
was
missing
.
The
riderless
horse
had
not
yet
come
in
to
tell
the
tale
of
woe
.
The
settlement
was
still
slumbering
,
unconscious
that
innocent
blood
had
been
spilt
.
Though
setting
out
from
nearly
the
same
point
,
and
proceeding
in
a
like
direction
,
there
was
not
the
slightest
similarity
between
the
two
parties
of
mounted
men
.
Those
earliest
a-start
were
all
of
pure
Iberian
blood
;
or
this
commingled
with
Aztecan
.
In
other
words
they
were
Mexicans
.
It
required
neither
skill
nor
close
scrutiny
to
discover
this
.
A
glance
at
themselves
and
their
horses
,
their
style
of
equitation
,
the
slight
muscular
development
of
their
thighs
and
hips
--
more
strikingly
observable
in
their
deep-tree
saddles
--
the
gaily
coloured
serapés
shrouding
their
shoulders
,
the
wide
velveteen
calzoneros
on
their
legs
,
the
big
spurs
on
their
boots
,
and
broad-brimmed
sombreros
on
their
heads
,
declared
them
either
Mexicans
,
or
men
who
had
adopted
the
Mexican
costume
.
That
they
were
the
former
there
was
not
a
question
.
The
sallow
hue
;
the
pointed
Vandyke
beard
,
covering
the
chin
,
sparsely
--
though
not
from
any
thinning
by
the
shears
--
the
black
,
close-cropped
chevelure
;
the
regular
facial
outline
,
were
all
indisputable
characteristics
of
the
Hispano-Moro-Aztecan
race
,
who
now
occupy
the
ancient
territory
of
the
Moctezumas
.
