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The English Sportsman in the Western Praries

The English Sportsman in the Western Praries

Berkeley, Grantley Fitzhardinge

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General World History

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ISBN10: 1150717882
ISBN13: 9781150717888
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 250
Weight: 0.82
Height: 0.56 Width: 9.01 Depth: 5.98
Language: English
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1861 edition. Excerpt: ...his mind, as well as the mere confinement of his beasts. Not being able to find the other teal, and it being intensely hot, in addition to my being beset by a very feverish sensation, I was returning home, when, wishing to get into the shallow stream to walk along it in my waterproof snakeboots, instead of having to force my way through cover, I went down the steep bank with a rush, and as I broke through the screen of wild vines and other creepers with a dash into the water, I most unexpectedly and abruptly almost ran against a tall, powerful Indian. He was apparently cooling his large, muscular, and shining-brown legs and thighs in the shallow water. As I thus came suddenly upon him, he was with his hands holding up his breechclout as high as he could to keep it dry, but, letting it go, he drew himself up to his full height when he saw me. He was the finest man of the Indian tribes that I had yet seen or thereafter saw, but a more illlooking, ferocious scowl of surprise than he bestowed on me never disfigured even the face of a savage. We stared at each other for some moments, my opinion being that I had never beheld a much more powerful and certainly not a more ill-looking rascal, and his, perhaps, that he had never seen a better-armed man, for I had a double gun on my shoulder and a revolver and an immensely long East Indian dirk, or couteau de chasse, in my belt, while at the same time, close at my heels, with a furious desire to bite him which I could with difficulty suppress, was a large and faithful dog. At the back of the Indian was fastened what seemed to be his blankets, and, above the large sort of bundle they made, his bow and arrows, and these latter were in a case. Having gazed at him to the full, and...

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