The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1869-08-14
MISUNDERSTANDING ran

Vrnuad,daEted t0eihe,fight htsa1ai run
mo ne chapparal. As LEFT the track l
Mind Inc cruChihg ofhorses' feet in the
gravel on tho road by the crosses, q NUT
tered curse or two, and then q rush down
The road, as il TO head mo of, were 10
nltemp, regainingit. But ! had enough
ON nv hauds Just then, besides listening
for the movements Of the other, party
FoftRhatSly at the moment the horse
started was firmly clamping him, and 50
kept my seat, but the reins had been jerk
cd from my hands, and, now with my face
nearly buried in the name, holding my
sombrero with one hand to shield my
head from the cverhanging branches, and
with tho other vainly reaching for the
curb, | was rushed through o mass Of
mesquit foliage, branches, and brambleS,
md cactus, every iuetant expectingto be
dashed bgnihst . tree, or, more horrible
stili, 70 10 fmpaled on the myriad cruel
points OF the Spanish bayonet, Ny horse
was u mustang, not six months from the
herd, and his fatigue Of the past few days
seemed as nothing in this moment Of bis
terror and reg4ined freedom. On we
rushed; the branches tore my clothes, the
prickly points Of the cactus entered my
flesh, and, now and then, as we brushed
against q projecting limb, the blow would
almost wiring from me cry ofpain. John
GiIpin and The HeadleSs HorSeman were
nothing to that ride: the frst had clear
field aud the last no terrors that did not
haunt the very dir I breathed. II takes o
man but little time to get use TO new
situation, and thus | had become quite
reConciled 10 o general smash when my
horse struck q cattle path, and, exhausted
BY bis long run, settled down into gal.
lop. RegAiuing the reinsj just as an open
ing in tho trees showed me the muddy
waters Of the Rio GrAnde rolling almost
at my feet, pulled up, and found myself
in the midst Of cluster Of Mexican houses
that chung 70 the river blink. AMexican
came out, and in a few words explained
TO him that l desired a guide 10 conduct
me to Brownsville otherwise than by the
direct road. And then l got piece Of
information that added to my peFplexity.
A band Of marauders, nearly two hundred
strong, bad assembled at Donna Estepha.
no ranch some few miles above Browns.
vile, and, after numbering nine persons
in the town and creating reign OF terror
in its vicinity, now blocked all access to
| it by the, American side Of the river,
swearing death to all Gringos who might
fall into their hands My adventures had
sayedlme Pn interview with these pleas
ant gentlemea. Now was theDtime for Q
Hank movement | engaged the Mexican
to get me and my horse across the river,
and, once there, made my way to Mat.
amoras; and the following evening, with 0
whole skin, recrossed the river into
Brownsville, to find the town in a state Of
siege, and anxiously awaiting the arrival
Of troops. OF my pale American meyer
heard anything very definite, but after.
ward had reason for surprising his ride
terminated inadvertently at Donna Este
piano mach, where the Mexicans, infu.
rated by the conduct Of just such lawlesE
men as he, made short work with him by,
in his case, avery justidable hanging.