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In
the
proximity
of
phenomena
never
observed
before
--
unearthly
in
their
aspect
--
unknown
to
every
individual
of
the
party
--
it
was
but
natural
these
should
be
inspired
with
alarm
.
And
such
was
the
fact
.
A
sense
of
danger
pervaded
every
bosom
.
All
were
impressed
with
a
belief
:
that
they
were
in
the
presence
of
some
peril
of
the
prairies
.
A
general
halt
had
been
made
on
first
observing
the
strange
objects
:
the
negroes
on
foot
,
as
well
as
the
teamsters
,
giving
utterance
to
shouts
of
terror
.
The
animals
--
mules
as
well
as
horses
,
had
come
instinctively
to
a
stand
--
the
latter
neighing
and
trembling
--
the
former
filling
the
air
with
their
shrill
screams
.
These
were
not
the
only
sounds
.
From
the
sable
towers
could
be
heard
a
hoarse
swishing
noise
,
that
resembled
the
sough
of
a
waterfall
--
at
intervals
breaking
into
reverberations
like
the
roll
of
musketry
,
or
the
detonations
of
distant
thunder
!
These
noises
were
gradually
growing
louder
and
more
distinct
.
The
danger
,
whatever
it
might
be
,
was
drawing
nearer
!
Consternation
became
depicted
on
the
countenances
of
the
travellers
,
Calhoun
's
forming
no
exception
.
The
ex-officer
no
longer
pretended
levity
.
The
eyes
of
all
were
turned
towards
the
lowering
sky
,
and
the
band
of
black
columns
that
appeared
coming
on
to
crush
them
!
At
this
crisis
a
shout
,
reaching
their
ears
from
the
opposite
side
,
was
a
source
of
relief
--
despite
the
unmistakable
accent
of
alarm
in
which
it
was
uttered
.
Turning
,
they
beheld
a
horseman
in
full
gallop
--
riding
direct
towards
them
.
The
horse
was
black
as
coal
:
the
rider
of
like
hue
,
even
to
the
skin
of
his
face
.
For
all
that
he
was
recognised
:
as
the
stranger
,
upon
the
trail
of
whose
lazo
they
had
been
travelling
.
