Sentinel of the valley. [volume] (Woodstock, Va) 1841-1848, 1846-07-23

q re sometimes reduced Tor cooking
N aterials, addresses ilselfto 1.-THE char
ity that beIieyeth all things"--never-
theless many things have had their day
for soo,h, which are not quite as credi-
Die a. this. There is no compnlsion
intended upon the credit of any body,
though the story, all must admit, is ea-
sier Of deglutition that the meat was
when roasted.
MArAmoRAs, June 10, 1916.
Race nags may be found among
the Texas Volunteers, yet The ilnnies,
fellow Of all is happy -gc.lucky chap
named Bill Dean, one Of Chevallier' :
spy company, and said to be one Of
the best "seven-up" players in all
Texas. While at Corpus Christi, a
lot ofus were sitting out in the sloop
Of the Kinney House, early one morn
ing, when along came Bill Dean
He did not know single soul in the
crowd, although he knew we were all
bound for the Rio Grande; yet the
fact that the regular formali,ies
of an introduction had not been gone
through with, did not prevent his stop
ping short in his walk and accosting
US. His speech, or harangne, or
whatever it may be termed, will lose
much in the telling, yet will endeav.
or TO put it upon paper in as good a
shape as possible.
'sOh, yes" said he with knowing
leer of the eye, "oh, yes; all goIn'
down among the robbers on the Rio
Grande, are you? Fine times you'N
have, over the lett. I've been there
myself, and done what good many of
you won, dol come back: but i'll
did mt see material h-lI--in August at
that am a tea pot. Lived eight
days on one poor hawk and three
blackberries-coul.i'nt kill a prairie
rat ON the whole route to save us from
starvation. The ninth day come, and
we struck small streak of good luck,
"a horse give out and broke down,
plumb out in the centre o. an open prai-
rie-not stick in sight big enough
to tickle rat,Iesnake with, let alone
killing him. Just had time to save the
cri,,er BY shoo;in' him, and that was
all, for in three minutes longer he'd
have died natural death. 1t didn't
take US long to butcher him, nor long
to cut off some chunks Of mea: and
stick 'em on our ram-rods; but the
cookin' was another matter. | piled
up heap of prairie grass, for II was
high and dry, and sot it on fire; but it
flashed up like powder and went on; as
quirk. But"
"But," put in one of his hearers,
"bu; how did you cook your horse meat
after that"
slow"
eyes, how"
"Why, the fire caught the high
grass close by, and the wind carried the
flames streakin' across the prairie. l
followed up the fire, holding my chunk
ofmeat directly over the hottest part
of,he blaze, and the way we went it
was caution to anything short of 10.
conceive doins. Once in while a
little furry of wind would get
few yards the start; but I'D brush upon
her, Jap her with my chunk. and then
we'd have it again, nip and tuck
You never seed such tight race-it
was beautiful"
"Vrry, we've no doubt" Evacuated
one of the listeners, inturrup'ing the
mad wag Just in season to give him
little breath: "but did you cook your
meat in the end?"
Mot bad, didn't, chased that
I'D fire a mile and half, the al.
migh,ies, hardest race you ever heer'd
tell on, and never gave it up till run
her right plumb into wet marsh: there
the FIRE and chunk of horse meat came
out even-a dead heat, especially tie
meat"
"But wasn't it cooked" put in an
other of the listeners.
"Cooked! no!-jnst crusted over
little. You don't cook broken down
horse flesh very easily, no how; bu.
when it comes to chasing upa prairie
fire with churk Of it, | don't know
which is toughest, the mea, or the job.
You'd have laughed to spill, yourself to
have seen me in that race Ito see the
FIRE leave me a, times, and then TO
see me brushin' up on her a.
gain, humpin' and movin' myself
as though was rupnin' agin some
Of those big ten miles an hour
C;ldorelo.yoe in tho olI States Ruf