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"
Instead
of
returning
to
the
Port
alone
,
I
should
take
the
body
along
with
me
.
I
fancied
I
could
do
this
,
by
laying
it
across
the
croup
,
and
lashing
it
to
the
saddle
with
my
lazo
.
"
I
led
my
horse
up
to
the
spot
,
and
was
preparing
to
put
the
body
upon
him
,
when
I
perceived
that
there
was
another
horse
upon
the
ground
.
It
was
that
lately
ridden
by
him
who
was
now
no
more
.
"
The
animal
was
near
by
,
browsing
upon
the
grass
--
as
tranquilly
as
if
nothing
had
happened
to
disturb
it
.
"
As
the
bridle
trailed
upon
the
ground
,
I
had
no
difficulty
in
catching
hold
of
it
.
There
was
more
in
getting
the
horse
to
stand
still
--
especially
when
brought
alongside
what
lay
upon
the
ground
.
"
Holding
the
reins
between
my
teeth
,
I
lifted
the
body
up
,
and
endeavoured
to
place
it
crosswise
in
the
saddle
.
"
I
succeeded
in
getting
it
there
,
but
it
would
not
remain
.
It
was
too
stiff
to
bend
over
,
and
there
was
no
way
to
steady
it
.
"
Besides
,
the
horse
became
greatly
excited
,
at
sight
of
the
strange
load
he
was
being
called
upon
to
carry
.
"
After
several
attempts
,
I
saw
I
could
not
succeed
.
"
I
was
about
to
give
up
the
idea
,
when
another
occurred
to
me
--
one
that
promised
better
.
It
was
suggested
by
a
remembrance
of
something
I
had
read
,
relating
to
the
Gauchos
of
South
America
.
When
one
dies
,
or
is
killed
by
accident
,
in
some
remote
station
of
the
Pampas
,
his
comrades
carry
his
corpse
to
their
distant
home
--
strapped
in
the
saddle
,
and
seated
in
the
same
attitude
,
as
though
he
were
still
alive
.
"
Why
should
I
not
do
the
same
with
the
body
of
Henry
Poindexter
?
