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But
very
different
is
the
"
asino
cimmaron
"
from
the
ass
of
civilisation
--
the
donkey
be-cudgelled
into
stolidity
.
The
one
now
in
sight
was
a
male
,
almost
as
large
as
any
of
the
mustangs
it
was
chasing
;
and
if
not
fleet
as
the
fleetest
,
still
able
to
keep
up
with
them
by
the
sheer
pertinacity
of
its
pursuit
!
The
tableau
of
nature
,
thus
presented
on
the
green
surface
of
the
prairie
,
was
as
promptly
produced
as
it
could
have
been
upon
the
stage
of
a
theatre
,
or
the
arena
of
a
hippodrome
.
Scarce
a
score
of
words
had
passed
among
the
spectators
,
before
the
wild
mares
were
close
up
to
them
;
and
then
,
as
if
for
the
first
time
,
perceiving
the
mounted
party
,
they
seemed
to
forget
their
dreaded
pursuer
,
and
shied
off
in
a
slanting
direction
.
"
Ladies
and
gentlemen
!
"
shouted
the
guide
to
a
score
of
people
,
endeavouring
to
restrain
their
steeds
;
"
keep
your
places
,
if
you
can
.
I
know
where
the
herd
has
its
haunt
.
They
are
heading
towards
it
now
;
and
we
shall
find
them
again
,
with
a
better
chance
of
a
chase
.
If
you
pursue
them
at
this
moment
,
they
'll
scatter
into
yonder
chapparal
;
and
ten
to
one
if
we
ever
more
get
sight
of
them
.
"
Hola
,
Señor
Crespino
!
Send
your
bullet
through
that
brute
.
He
's
near
enough
for
your
escopette
,
is
he
not
?
"
The
Mexican
,
detaching
a
short
gun
--
"
escopeta
"
--
from
his
saddle-flap
,
and
hastily
bringing
its
butt
to
his
shoulder
,
fired
at
the
wild
ass
.
The
animal
brayed
on
hearing
the
report
;
but
only
as
if
in
defiance
.
He
was
evidently
untouched
.
Crespino
's
bullet
had
not
been
truly
aimed
.
"
I
must
stop
him
!
"
exclaimed
Maurice
,
"
or
the
mares
will
run
on
till
the
end
of
daylight
.
"
