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The
dark
bodies
between
each
two
declare
that
the
teams
are
attached
;
and
that
they
are
making
progress
is
proved
,
by
the
retreating
antelope
,
scared
from
its
noonday
siesta
,
and
the
long-shanked
curlew
,
rising
with
a
screech
from
the
sward
--
both
bird
and
beast
wondering
at
the
string
of
strange
behemoths
,
thus
invading
their
wilderness
domain
.
Elsewhere
upon
the
prairie
,
no
movement
may
be
detected
--
either
of
bird
or
quadruped
.
It
is
the
time
of
day
when
all
tropical
life
becomes
torpid
,
or
seeks
repose
in
the
shade
;
man
alone
,
stimulated
by
the
love
of
gain
,
or
the
promptings
of
ambition
,
disregarding
the
laws
of
nature
,
and
defying
the
fervour
of
the
sun
.
So
seems
it
with
the
owner
of
the
tilted
train
;
who
,
despite
the
relaxing
influence
of
the
fierce
mid-day
heat
,
keeps
moving
on
.
That
he
is
an
emigrant
--
and
not
one
of
the
ordinary
class
--
is
evidenced
in
a
variety
of
ways
.
The
ten
large
waggons
of
Pittsburgh
build
,
each
hauled
by
eight
able-bodied
mules
;
their
miscellaneous
contents
:
plenteous
provisions
,
articles
of
costly
furniture
,
even
of
luxe
,
live
stock
in
the
shape
of
coloured
women
and
children
;
the
groups
of
black
and
yellow
bondsmen
,
walking
alongside
,
or
straggling
foot-sore
in
the
rear
;
the
light
travelling
carriage
in
the
lead
,
drawn
by
a
span
of
sleek-coated
Kentucky
mules
,
and
driven
by
a
black
Jehu
,
sweltering
in
a
suit
of
livery
;
all
bespeak
,
not
a
poor
Northern-States
settler
in
search
of
a
new
home
,
but
a
rich
Southerner
who
has
already
purchased
one
,
and
is
on
his
way
to
take
possession
of
it
.
And
this
is
the
exact
story
of
the
train
.
It
is
the
property
of
a
planter
who
has
landed
at
Indianola
,
on
the
Gulf
of
Matagorda
;
and
is
now
travelling
overland
--
en
route
for
his
destination
.
In
the
cortège
that
accompanies
it
,
riding
habitually
at
its
head
,
is
the
planter
himself
--
Woodley
Poindexter
--
a
tall
thin
man
of
fifty
,
with
a
slightly
sallowish
complexion
,
and
aspect
proudly
severe
.
He
is
simply
though
not
inexpensively
clad
:
in
a
loosely
fitting
frock
of
alpaca
cloth
,
a
waistcoat
of
black
satin
,
and
trousers
of
nankin
.
A
shirt
of
finest
linen
shows
its
plaits
through
the
opening
of
his
vest
--
its
collar
embraced
by
a
piece
of
black
ribbon
;
while
the
shoe
,
resting
in
his
stirrup
,
is
of
finest
tanned
leather
.
His
features
are
shaded
by
a
broad-brimmed
Leghorn
hat
.
Two
horsemen
are
riding
alongside
--
one
on
his
right
,
the
other
on
the
left
--
a
stripling
scarce
twenty
,
and
a
young
man
six
or
seven
years
older
.
The
former
is
his
son
--
a
youth
,
whose
open
cheerful
countenance
contrasts
,
not
only
with
the
severe
aspect
of
his
father
,
but
with
the
somewhat
sinister
features
on
the
other
side
,
and
which
belong
to
his
cousin
.
The
youth
is
dressed
in
a
French
blouse
of
sky-coloured
"
cottonade
,
"
with
trousers
of
the
same
material
;
a
most
appropriate
costume
for
a
southern
climate
,
and
which
,
with
the
Panama
hat
upon
his
head
,
is
equally
becoming
.
