Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1847-06-01
JOLIET, ILLINOIS, JUNE 1, 1s47.

there was an almost imperceptible space
left between the little troop and its bufia-
10 conductors. Swift as lightning, the
hunter rushed into it !; but either. he had
presumed too much on the agility of his
horse, or it was a scheme Of his ferecious
antagonists, ter saw with inexpressible
anguish the waves, for moment divided.
close again, and the unfortunate buccaneer
pressed as in gulf, whose yawning mouth
had suddenly closed upon him. forgot
the horse to think only of the man, and
exchanged look full of anxiety with poor
Joaquin companion. The bronzed cheeks
of the hunter were tinged with a death
like paleness rifle in hand, he was about
to rush to the assistance of his comrade,
when he uttered scream cfjoy and stop.
ped short. Violently pressed between
the horns of two bisons who had at last
lett the column they headed, JOAQUIN was
standing on his horse, who was protected
from their horns by the thick wooden blan-
ket wrapped round him. Whilst the CON-
pact group was thus advancing towards
US, the buccaneer drew out his rapier, put
one foot on the bison's woody shoulders.
stabbed him, and, as the animal made a
last effort not to die unrevenged, he sprung
hastily to the ground 1t was time, for at
that moment my poor horse, lifted up by
the bison's head, fell to the earth with
great violence. This saved him. He
thus escaped from his two enemies; and,
almost Immediately getting up, he gallop-
ed off, pursued by the two cibolos. Joa-
quin ran along on parallel line with his
steed, whose reins he had never lost hold
of, gradually came up TO him, seized his
horses name, gave a spring, and seated
himself in his saddle with shout of tri-
umph.
sour turn comes now!" said the hunter
who had remained with me, taking up his
post at the sight of the two bisons, who,
intent on the pursuit of the horse and its
rider, came towards us at an unsteady pace,
whilst the rest ofthe flock, deprived of its
two leaders. took flight among the hills
We threw ourselves on our stomachs Oh
the slipping bank Of the river and awaited
the two cibOlos, who, discouraged, stood
still for a second. believing with age,and
tearing the ground with their horns, The
buccaneer then shook violently the scar
let handkerchief at the end -of his stick
At sight of the detested color: the two
animals seemed to salute with ferocious
joy an object which at least did not fly
from their attack they sprung towards
us. Joaquin had ridden of; his part was
played.
1t would be difficult to form an idea of
the terrific aspect of the wounded bison.
At each movement streams of blood pour
ed from him, dyeing the waves Of his
black name a bloody foam Redeemed his
nostriIs, the formidable snortiRg of which
came gradually nearer TO US. The other
bison preceded him, gazing with his stu
pid and ferocious eyes at the handkerchief,
which the breeze of the river alone stir
red for the hunter had, like myself, his
rife in his hand. A minute more, and
we should have had to defend ourselves
from these two irritated beasts. Fortu-
nately, few seconds later the wounded
bison fell heavily and expired.
'Firer' exclaimed the hunter.
Hit on the head by three bullets, the
other bison stopped, fell, and struck agains,
the earth, almost at the top of the bank
which protected US. Joaquin trotted up
to US, cool, and smiling like the horseman
in the ring, who has been displaying all
the qualities of his horse. He examined
the last fallen cibolo.
"You have lodged your two bullets in
his head" said he. "That is not amiss
for beginner. For my part, will new.
er hunt the bison again except on horse
back"
"Net with nine, l hope!" fastened
to answer; ''for il is is miracle that the
poor animal escaped from the horns ofthe
cibolos."
81 intended doing more with your horse;
but the fist time | have an opportunity OF
mounting myself properly, shall not fail
to do go.