Redskin and Cow-Boy / A Tale of the Western Plains by G. A. HENTY :
G. A. Henty, ALFRED PEARSE
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(, May 12, 2014)
My dear Lads,There are but few words of preface needed to a story that is not historical. The principal part of the tale is laid among the cow-boys of the Western States of America, a body of men unrivalled in point of hardihood and devotion to work, as well as in reckless courage and wild daring. Texas, which twenty-five years ago was the great ranching state, is no longer the home of the typical cow-boy, but he still exists and flourishes in New Mexico and the northern States and Territories. The picture I have given of their life can be relied upon, and its adventures and dangers are in no degree coloured, as I have taken them from the lips of a near relative of my own who was for some years working as a cow-boy in New Mexico. He was an actor in many of the scenes described, and so far from my having heightened or embellished them, I may say that I have given but a small proportion of the perilous adventures through which he went, for had I given them in full it would, I am sure, have seemed to you that the story was too improbable to be true. In treating of cow-boy life, indeed, it may well be said that truth is stranger than fiction.Yours sincerely,G. A. HENTY.CHAPTER I. AN ADVERTISEMENT.Cedar Gulch was, in 1851, a flourishing camp. There had been some good finds by the first prospectors, and a rush had of course followed. In many cases first discoveries proved illusive, but it was not so at Cedar Gulch. The ground turned out well, and although no extraordinary finds were made, the average was good all over the bottom, and there were few who were not doing fairly well.The scene was a busy one. Several hundreds of men were hard at work on the flat, which in winter was the bed of a wide stream, but which in summer was a mere thread of water among the rocks, scarce enough for washing purposes.Everywhere were piles of stones and rubbish that had been brought up from the shafts; men toiled at windlasses; others emptied the buckets as they came up into swinging troughs or cradles; others again kept these supplied with water, and swung or rocked them, taking off the large stones that the motion brought to the surface, while the slush and mud ran out at the lower end. New-comers moved about watching the work with eager eyes, wishing that they had had the luck to get there among the early arrivals, and to take up a claim, for every foot of ground far down the valley had already been occupied, and there was now no getting into a claim except by purchasing a share or altogether buying out the present holders.One of the claims that was doing best was held by three men who had worked in partnership for the last two years, and who had been among the first to arrive at Cedar Gulch. They were known among the others as English Bill, Sim Howlett, and Limping Frank. Sim Howlett was perhaps the leader of the party. He had been one of the earliest gold-diggers, and was a square, powerfully built man. He was a man of few words, but the words when spoken were forcible. He was by no means quarrelsome, but was one whom few cared to quarrel with, even in a place where serious quarrels were of constant occurrence, and where revolvers cracked so often that the sound of a fray excited but little attention.CONTENTSAn Advertisement.Terrible News.The Wanderer's Return.An Explosion.Across the Sea.A Horse Deal.Among the Cow-boys.A Rattlesnake Diet.A Round-up.A Race.A Fire on the Plains.An Indian Raid.Rescued.Surrounded by Redskins.With the Waggon Teams.A Mining Expedition.Carried off.The Brigands' Haunt.A Fight and a Rescue.The Avenger.ILLUSTRATIONSThe Meeting in the Inn Garden at El PasoSymonds and Bill Tunstall have a TalkHugh practises shooting with his RevolverHugh, seizing a poker, sprang at his UncleWhen the Cow-boy fired, Hugh dropped on one kneeThe next jump threw him fairly over the horse's headBranding the Calves at the "Round-up"A couple of kicks sent out the planks,