“Come on!” cried Basil, putting the spur to his horse, and riding forward. “Come on! It isn’t so bad a case after all—a good fat turkey for dinner, eh? Come on!”
“Stay, brother,” said Lucien, “how are we to get near them? They are out on the open ground—there is no cover.”
“We don’t want cover. We can ‘run’ them as we were about to do had they been buffaloes1.”
“Ha! ha! ha!” laughed François; “run a turkey! Why it will fly off at once. What nonsense you talk, brother!”
“I tell you, no,” replied Basil. “It is not nonsense—it can be done—I have often heard so from the trappers,—now let us try it ourselves.”
“Agreed, then,” said François and Lucien at once; and all three rode forward together.
When they had got near enough to distinguish the forms of the birds, they saw they were two old “gobblers” and a hen. The gobblers were strutting3 about with their tails spread like fans, and their wings trailing along the grass. Every now and then they uttered their loud “gobble—obble—obble,” and by their attitude and actions it was evidently an affair of rivalry4 likely to end in a battle. The female stalked over the grass, in a quiet but coquettish way—no doubt fully5 aware of the warm interest she was exciting in the breasts of the belligerent6 gobblers. She was much smaller than either of these, and far less brilliant in plumage. The males appeared very bright indeed—almost equal to a pair of peacocks—and as their glossy7 backs glanced in the sun with metallic8 lustre9, our hunters thought they had never before seen such beautiful birds.
Taken up with their own quarrel, they would no doubt have allowed the hunters to get within shooting distance of them. The female, however, was upon the alert; and seeing these draw near, she raised her head with a loud “tweet!” which attracted the attention of her companions. In a moment their spread tails closed and came to the ground, their wings were shut up, and their long necks stretched into the air. Their forms underwent a complete change, and they now stood erect10 upon the prairie, Each of them full five feet in height!
“Beautiful creatures!” exclaimed Lucien.
“Yes,” muttered Basil. “They will not give us much longer time though. We had best make a dash. Take you the hen, Luce, your horse is the slowest. Now for it. For-ward!”
All three spurred their horses, and dashed forward together, Marengo leading the chase. In a moment they were within a hundred yards or so of the turkeys. The latter, thus suddenly set upon, ran a few paces, and then rose into the air, with a loud flapping of their wings. They took different directions, confused by being sprung in such haste. Each of the boys had selected the one he intended pursuing; and upon that one alone his eyes became fixed11. Basil and François followed the gobblers, while Lucien rode at a quiet gallop12 after the hen.
Marengo, of course, took part in the chase, joining in with Lucien—whether because he deemed the hen to be “sweeter meat,” or that she was likely to be the easiest caught of the three.
She did not fly far before coming to the ground again; when she ran with all her might for the nearest clump13 of timber. Hither Lucien followed, Marengo leading the way, and occasionally uttering a sonorous14 yelp15 as he ran. As Lucien entered the timber, he saw the dog standing16 by the root of a large oak. He had “treed” the turkey, and was looking upward with glancing eyes, barking and wagging his tail. Lucien rode cautiously under the tree, where he perceived the turkey crouching17 among the moss18, upon one of its highest branches. His rifle was up to his shoulder in a moment; and after the crack, the bird was heard tumbling and fluttering through the leaves. Marengo sprang upon it as it came to the ground; but his master, leaping from his horse, scolded him off, and took up the game which was found to be quite dead.
Lucien now remounted: and, as he rode out into the open ground, he could see Basil far off upon the prairies. He was going at full gallop; and the gobbler with outspread wings was seen some distance ahead of him, running like an ostrich19! Both Basil and gobbler soon disappeared to his view—lost behind one of the timber islets. Lucien looked for François. The latter was nowhere to be seen—having pursued his gobbler in a direction where the groves20 were more thickly studded over the prairie. Thinking it would be of no use to follow either of them, Lucien rode slowly back to where Jeanette had been left upon the edge of the forest. Here he dismounted, and sat down to await the return of his brothers.
Basil’s chase proved a longer one than he had expected. He had chosen the biggest of the birds; and, no doubt, the strongest and toughest. His gobbler, at the first flight, made a clear stretch of nearly a mile; and, when he alighted again, ran like a scared cat. But Basil was not to be discouraged; and, keeping the spurs well to his horse, soon gained upon him. The turkey again took to his wings, dropping down another half mile in the advance. Again Basil galloped21 up; and once more the old cock rose into the air—this time flying only about a hundred yards before he alighted. Basil was soon up to him with his fleet horse; but the gobbler was now unable to fly any farther. He could run, however, at a good rate; and where there was an uphill in the prairie he ran faster than the horse. Downhill, the latter gained upon him; and thus they went, until the bird began to double and circle about, showing all the symptoms of weariness. Several times the horse ran over him, the turkey on these occasions turning and taking the back-track.
A Wild-Turkey Hunt
The chase was prolonged for a considerable time. The bird, at length, became completely exhausted22; and squatting23 down, thrust his head and long neck among the weeds, like the ostrich, thinking himself thus hidden from his pursuer. Basil now drew his horse’s rein24, raised his long rifle, and the next moment a bullet passed through the gobbler, and stretched him dead upon the grass.
Basil then dismounted; and, taking up the turkey, tied its legs to the cantle of his saddle. This required all Basil’s strength, for the bird was one of the largest size—a forty-pounder.
As soon as the hunter had made all fast, he leaped back into his saddle, and commenced riding—Where? Ay, that was the question which he asked himself before his horse had advanced three lengths of his body—where was he going? All at once the thought came into his mind that he was lost! Groves of timber were on all sides of him. They were like each other; or, if they differed, he had not in his wild gallop noted25 that difference, and it could not serve to direct him now. He had not the slightest idea of the point whence he had come, and therefore knew not in what direction to go. He saw and felt that he was lost!
My young reader, you cannot conceive the thoughts that come over one who is lost upon the prairies. Such a situation has appalled26 the stoutest27 hearts ere now. Strong men have trembled at feeling themselves thus alone in the wilderness28; and well might they, for they knew that the consequence has often been death. The shipwrecked mariner29 in his open boat is scarcely worse off than the lost traveller upon the prairie-sea; and many, under the circumstances, have gone mad! Fancy then the feelings of the boy Basil.
I have already said, he was a cool and courageous30 lad. He was so, and proved it now. He did not lose presence of mind. He reined31 in his horse, and surveyed the prairie around him with an intelligent eye. It was all to no purpose. He saw nothing that would give him a clue to the spot where he had separated from his brothers. He shouted aloud, but there was neither echo nor answer. He fired off his rifle, and listened—thinking Lucien or François might reply by a similar signal; but no such signal gratified his ear. He reloaded, and sat for a while in his saddle, buried in thought.
“Ha! I have it!” he exclaimed, suddenly raising himself in his stirrups, “Why was I so stupid? Come, Black Hawk32! we are not lost yet!”
Basil had not been all his life a hunter for nothing; and although he had but little experience upon the prairies, his wood craft now stood him in stead. The thought which had so suddenly occurred to him was a good one, the only one that could with certainty save him. He had resolved to return upon his own tracks.
He wheeled his horse; and, with eyes bent33 upon the ground, rode slowly along. The turf was firm, and the hoof34-marks were not deep; but Basil had a hunter’s eye, and could follow the track of a fawn35. In a few minutes he arrived on the spot where he had killed the turkey. The blood and feathers upon the grass made him sure of this. Here he halted a moment, until he could determine the direction in which he had approached this spot. That was at length resolved to his satisfaction; and he rode slowly in the back-track. After a few lengths of his horse had been passed over, the trail doubled. Basil followed the double, and came back, passing almost over the same ground again. Again it doubled as before, and again and again, without going a hundred yards from the place where the bird had been shot. All these turnings the young hunter retraced36 with the greatest care and patience. In this he showed his judgment37 and his knowledge of hunter-craft; for, had he grown impatient and taken a wider range to find the trail, he might have fallen upon his last-made tracks, and thus have brought himself into a regular maze38.
After a while the circles in which he travelled became larger; and, to his great joy, he at length found himself advancing in a straight line. Many horse-tracks crossed his trail; some of them nearly as fresh as his own. These did not baffle him. They were the tracks of mustangs; and although Black Hawk was not shod any more than they, his rider knew the print of the latter’s hoof as well as he knew the appearance of his own rifle. The Arab’s track was considerably39 larger than those of the wild horses.
After following the trail backward for nearly an hour,—his eyes all the time bent upon the ground,—he was suddenly startled by a voice calling him by name. He looked up, and beheld40 Lucien by the edge of the woods. With a shout of joy he plied2 the spur and rode forward. As he drew near, however, his feeling of joy became one of painful apprehension41. There was Lucien,—there were Jeanette and Marengo,—but where was François?
“Where is François?” inquired Lucien, as Basil rode up.
The latter could hardly speak, so strong were his emotions.
“O brother!” he faltered42 out at length, “has François not returned?”
“No,” answered Lucien, “I was thinking he was with you, and you would come back together. I have been wondering what could have detained you so long.”
“O God, he is lost!” cried Basil, breaking into an agony of grief. “Lucien! Lucien! our brother is lost!”
“Lost! what mean you?” asked Lucien, half believing that François had been attacked by Indians, or some wild animal, and that that was what Basil meant. “Has anything happened to him? Speak, Basil!”
“No, no!” replied Basil, still speaking wildly, “lost on the prairie! O brother, you know not what it is—it is a fearful thing. I have been lost,—I have got back; but François, poor little François! there is no hope for him! he is lost—lost!”
“But have you not seen him since we all three parted?” inquired Lucien in dismay.
“No, not since we parted. I was myself lost, and have been all this time finding my way. I succeeded by following back my own trail, else we might never have met again. O François! poor brother François! what will become of him?”
Lucien now shared the apprehensions43 as well as the agony of his brother. Up to this time he had been under the impression that they had got together, and something had detained them—perhaps the breaking of a stirrup-leather or a girth, he knew not what—and he was just beginning to grow uneasy when Basil made his appearance. He knew not what it was to be lost; but Basil’s wild explanations enabled him to conceive what it might be; and he could well appreciate the situation of François. It was no time, however, to indulge in paroxysms of grief. He saw that Basil was half unmanned; the more so because the latter looked upon himself as the cause of the misfortune. It was Basil who had counselled the running of the turkeys and led on to the chase.
Instead of giving way to despair, however, both felt that they must take some steps for the recovery of their lost brother.
“What is to be done?” said Lucien.
Basil now became himself again. The hope of saving François restored him to his wonted energy and courage.
“Is it better we should remain here?” asked Lucien, who knew that his brother’s strong judgment would decide upon the best plan.
“No,” replied the latter; “it is of no use. I could not have found my way back, but for the tracks of my horse. François will not think of that; and even if he did, his horse is a mustang, and the prairie is covered with mustang tracks, running in every direction. No, no, he will never come back here, except by chance; and there are a thousand chances to one against it. No, we must go in search of him; we must go upon his trail; and that I fear will be impossible among so many others. Before we leave this place,” continued Basil, “let us try every chance that is left. Are you loaded?”
“Yes,” replied Lucien.
“Fire, then, a moment or two after I do. The first report may call his attention to the second.”
Basil raised his piece and fired into the air. A few seconds after, Lucien fired also, and both stood to listen, their hearts beating audibly.
For five minutes or more they stood—so that François might have time to load his gun, if empty. There was no response.
Again the brothers loaded their rifles—with powder only—putting in heavy charges and ramming44 home tightly, in order that the explosions might be the louder. Again they fired as before. The result was the same; there was no answer to their signal.
“It proves that he is very distant,” said Lucien, “for sounds can be heard a great way off in this region.”
“Let us try a smoke,” said Basil, putting away his rifle. “Gather some wood, Luce, while I kindle45 the leaves.”
Basil picked up some pieces of the burning wad; and having taken it out to the open ground, raked together a pile of dry leaves and grass, and ignited it. Meanwhile Lucien collected an armful of sticks, and placed them upon the pile. Others were then thrown on top, with green leaves and boughs46 broken from the trees, and, over all, several armfuls of Spanish moss which hung plentifully47 from the oaks. A thick blue smoke soon ascended48 high into the heavens; and the brothers stood with searching eyes that scrutinised the prairie in all directions.
“He must be far off if he cannot see that,” remarked Lucien. “It should be visible for ten miles around, I should think!”
“At least that much,” answered Basil; “but he would not be long in getting ten miles away. The chase might have carried him a good part; and, finding himself lost, he would soon gallop the rest.”
“Unless,” suggested Lucien, “he may have ridden about, as you did, upon his own trail.”
“No, he would not be likely. Poor little François would not think of it; he has not enough craft for that; and, indeed, I almost hope that he has not done so.”
“Why do you hope so?” inquired Lucien.
“Because we will stand a better chance of making out his trail if he has gone straight forward.”
“True, true,” rejoined Lucien, and both again were silent, and stood watching the prairie openings with anxious eyes.
They remained for a considerable time, but at length turned to each other with countenances49 that exhibited a disappointed and sad expression.
“He is not coming,” said Lucien, in a sorrowful tone.
“No; he would have been up long since. He would be certain to gallop if he had seen the smoke. We must go after him.”
They turned towards their horses. Basil’s glance fell upon the dog. A gleam of joy shot into his eye, and big whole bearing became suddenly changed.
“Ha!” he exclaimed, “we have been wasting time. Quick, Lucien!—your horse! to your horse!”
“What is it?” asked Lucien in surprise.
“Do not ask me—a good thought strikes me; but we have not a moment to lose—time is precious. Let us be off!”
“But shall we leave Jeanette?”
“By all means. François might come up.”
“If he should, how is he to know where we are gone?”
“True,” answered Basil, reflecting a moment. “Oh!” he continued, “give me your paper and pencil. You tie Jeanette while I write.”
Lucien handed him a small slip of paper with a pencil; and then proceeded to tie the mule50 securely to one of the branches.
Basil took the paper and wrote:—
“François, we are gone upon your trail. Stay by Jeanette.”
He fastened the paper conspicuously51 to the trunk of a tree; and then, seizing his rifle and leaping into the saddle, called upon Lucien to follow him.
Lucien mounted, and rode after, while the dog Marengo trotted52 in the rear.
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plied
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strutting
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crouching
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moss
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ostrich
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galloped
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exhausted
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appalled
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apprehensions
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