Chapter 23

bite--but not a sup--to Crusoe. Thus lovingly they

ate together; and when Dick lay that night under the

willow branches, looking up through them at the stars,

with his feet to the fire and Crusoe close along his side,

he thought it the best and sweetest supper he ever ate,

and the happiest evening he ever spent--so wonderfully

do circumstances modify our notions of felicity.

Two weeks after this "Richard was himself again."

The muscles were springy, and the blood coursed fast

and free, as was its wont. Only a slight, and, perhaps,

salutary feeling of weakness remained, to remind him

that young muscles might again become more helpless

than those of an aged man or a child.

Dick had left his encampment a week ago, and was

now advancing by rapid stages towards the Rocky

Mountains, closely following the trail of his lost comrades,

which he had no difficulty in finding and keeping

now that Crusoe was with him. The skin of the buffalo

that he had killed was now strapped to his shoulders,

and the skin of another animal that he had shot a few

days after was cut up into a long line and slung in a

coil round his neck. Crusoe was also laden. He had a

little bundle of meat slung on each side of him.

For some time past numerous herds of mustangs, or

wild horses, had crossed their path, and Dick was now

on the look-out for a chance to

crease

one of those magnificent

creatures.

On one occasion a band of mustangs galloped close

up to him before they were aware of his presence, and

stopped short with a wild snort of surprise on beholding

him; then, wheeling round, they dashed away at full

gallop, their long tails and manes flying wildly in the

air, and their hoofs thundering on the plain. Dick

did not attempt to crease one upon this occasion, fearing

that his recent illness might have rendered his hand too

unsteady for so extremely delicate an operation.

In order to crease a wild horse the hunter requires

to be a perfect shot, and it is not every man of the west

who carries a rifle that can do it successfully. Creasing

consists in sending a bullet through the gristle of the

mustang's neck, just above the bone, so as to stun the

animal. If the ball enters a hair's-breadth too low,

the horse falls dead instantly. If it hits the exact

spot, the horse falls as instantaneously, and dead to all

appearance; but, in reality, he is only stunned, and if

left for a few minutes will rise and gallop away nearly

as well as ever. When hunters crease a horse successfully

they put a rope, or halter, round his under jaw

and hobbles round his feet, so that when he rises he

is secured, and, after considerable trouble, reduced to

obedience.

The mustangs which roam in wild freedom on the

prairies of the far west are descended from the noble

Spanish steeds that were brought over by the wealthy

cavaliers who accompanied Fernando Cortez, the conqueror

of Mexico, in his expedition to the New World in

1518. These bold, and, we may add, lawless cavaliers

were mounted on the finest horses that could be procured

from Barbary and the deserts of the Old World. The

poor Indians of the New World were struck with amazement

and terror at these awful beings, for, never having

seen horses before, they believed that horse and rider

were one animal. During the wars that followed many

of the Spaniards were killed, and their steeds bounded

into the wilds of the new country, to enjoy a life of

unrestrained freedom. These were the forefathers of

the present race of magnificent creatures which are

found in immense droves all over the western wilderness,

from the Gulf of Mexico to the confines of the

snowy regions of the far north.

At first the Indians beheld these horses with awe and

terror, but gradually they became accustomed to them,

and finally succeeded in capturing great numbers and

reducing them to a state of servitude. Not, however,

to the service of the cultivated field, but to the service

of the chase and war. The savages soon acquired the

method of capturing wild horses by means of the lasso--as

the noose at that end of a long line of raw hide is

termed--which they adroitly threw over the heads of

the animals and secured them, having previously run

them down. At the present day many of the savage

tribes of the west almost live upon horseback, and

without these useful creatures they could scarcely subsist,

as they are almost indispensable in the chase of

the buffalo.

Mustangs are regularly taken by the Indians to the

settlements of the white men for trade, but very poor

specimens are these of the breed of wild horses. This

arises from two causes. First, the Indian cannot overtake

the finest of a drove of wild mustangs, because his own

steed is inferior to the best among the wild ones, besides

being weighted with a rider, so that only the weak and

inferior animals are captured. And, secondly, when the

Indian does succeed in lassoing a first-rate horse he

keeps it for his own use. Thus, those who have not

visited the far-off prairies and seen the mustang in all

the glory of untrammelled freedom, can form no adequate

idea of its beauty, fleetness, and strength.

The horse, however, was not the only creature imported

by Cortez. There were priests in his army who

rode upon asses, and although we cannot imagine that

the "fathers" charged with the cavaliers and were unhorsed,

or, rather, un-assed in battle, yet, somehow, the

asses got rid of their riders and joined the Spanish

chargers in their joyous bound into a new life of freedom.

Hence wild asses also are found in the western

prairies. But think not, reader, of those poor miserable

wretches we see at home, which seem little better than

rough door-mats sewed up and stuffed, with head, tail,

and legs attached, and just enough of life infused to

make them move! No, the wild ass of the prairie is a

large powerful, swift creature. He has the same long

ears, it is true, and the same hideous, exasperating bray,

and the same tendency to flourish his heels; but for all

that he is a very fine animal, and often wages

successful

warfare with the wild horse.

But to return. The next drove of mustangs that

Dick and Crusoe saw were feeding quietly and unsuspectingly

in a rich green hollow in the plain. Dick's

heart leaped up as his eyes suddenly fell on them, for

he had almost discovered himself before he was aware

of their presence.

"Down, pup!" he whispered, as he sank and disappeared

among the grass, which was just long enough

to cover him when lying quite flat.

Crusoe crouched immediately, and his master made

his observations of the drove, and the dispositions of

the ground that might favour his approach, for they

were not within rifle range. Having done so he crept

slowly back until the undulation of the prairie hid him

from view; then he sprang to his feet, and ran a considerable

distance along the bottom until he gained the

extreme end of a belt of low bushes, which would effectually

conceal him while he approached to within a

hundred yards or less of the troop.

Here he made his arrangements. Throwing down

his buffalo robe, he took the coil of line and cut off a

piece of about three yards in length. On this he made

a running noose. The longer line he also prepared

with a running noose. These he threw in a coil over

his arm.

He also made a pair of hobbles, and placed them in

the breast of his coat, and then, taking up his rifle,

advanced cautiously through the bushes--Crusoe following

close behind him. In a few minutes he was gazing

in admiration at the mustangs, which were now within

easy shot, and utterly ignorant of the presence of man,

for Dick had taken care to approach in such a way

that the wind did not carry the scent of him in their

direction.

And well might he admire them. The wild horse of

these regions is not very large, but it is exceedingly

powerful, with prominent eye, sharp nose, distended

nostril, small feet, and a delicate leg. Their beautiful

manes hung at great length down their arched necks,

and their thick tails swept the ground. One magnificent

fellow in particular attracted Dick's attention.

He was of a rich dark-brown colour, with black mane

and tail, and seemed to be the leader of the drove.

Although not the nearest to him, he resolved to crease

this horse. It is said that creasing generally destroys

or damages the spirit of the horse, so Dick determined

to try whether his powers of close shooting would not serve him on

this

occasion. Going down on one knee he aimed at the creature's neck, just

a

hair's-breadth

above the spot where he had been told that hunters

usually hit them, and fired. The effect upon the group

was absolutely tremendous. With wild cries and snorting

terror they tossed their proud heads in the air,

uncertain for one moment in which direction to fly;

then there was a rush as if a hurricane swept over the

place, and they were gone.

But the brown horse was down. Dick did not wait

until the others had fled. He dropped his rifle, and

with the speed of a deer sprang towards the fallen

horse, and affixed the hobbles to his legs. His aim had

been true. Although scarcely half a minute elapsed

between the shot and the fixing of the hobbles, the

animal recovered, and with a frantic exertion rose on

his haunches, just as Dick had fastened the noose of

the short line in his under jaw. But this was not

enough. If the horse had gained his feet before the

longer line was placed round his neck, he would have

escaped. As the mustang made the second violent

plunge that placed it on its legs, Dick flung the noose

hastily; it caught on one ear, and would have fallen

off, had not the horse suddenly shaken its head, and

unwittingly sealed its own fate by bringing the noose

round its neck.

And now the struggle began. Dick knew well

enough, from hearsay, the method of "breaking down"

a wild horse. He knew that the Indians choke them

with the noose round the neck until they fall down

exhausted and covered with foam, when they creep up,

fix the hobbles, and the line in the lower jaw, and then

loosen the lasso to let the horse breathe, and resume its

plungings till it is almost subdued, when they gradually

draw near and breathe into its nostrils. But the violence

and strength of this animal rendered this an

apparently hopeless task. We have already seen that

the hobbles and noose in the lower jaw had been fixed,

so that Dick had nothing now to do but to choke his

captive, and tire him out, while Crusoe remained a quiet

though excited spectator of the scene.

But there seemed to be no possibility of choking this

horse. Either the muscles of his neck were too strong,

or there was something wrong with the noose which

prevented it from acting, for the furious creature dashed

and bounded backwards and sideways in its terror for

nearly an hour, dragging Dick after it, till he was

almost exhausted; and yet, at the end of that time,

although flecked with foam and panting with terror,

it seemed as strong as ever. Dick held both lines, for

the short one attached to its lower jaw gave him great

power over it. At last he thought of seeking assistance

from his dog.

"Crusoe," he cried, "lay hold, pup!"

The dog seized the long line in his teeth and pulled

with all his might. At the same moment Dick let go

the short line and threw all his weight upon the long

one. The noose tightened suddenly under this strain,

and the mustang, with a gasp, fell choking to the

ground.

Dick had often heard of the manner in which the

Mexicans "break" their horses, so he determined to

abandon the method which had already almost worn

him out, and adopt the other, as far as the means in

his power rendered it possible. Instead, therefore, of

loosening the lasso and re-commencing the struggle, he

tore a branch from a neighbouring bush, cut the hobbles,

strode with his legs across the fallen steed, seized the

end of the short line or bridle, and then, ordering Crusoe

to quit his hold, he loosened the noose which compressed

the horse's neck and had already well-nigh terminated

its existence.

One or two deep sobs restored it, and in a moment

it leaped to its feet with Dick firmly on its back. To

say that the animal leaped and kicked in its frantic

efforts to throw this intolerable burden would be a tame

manner of expressing what took place. Words cannot

adequately describe the scene. It reared, plunged,

shrieked, vaulted into the air, stood straight up

on its hind legs, and then almost as straight upon its fore


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