Beadle's Dime Novels No. 226: The Mustang-Hunters — page 7: what you’re looking at

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— | THE _ MUSTANG - HUNTERS. ess CHAPTER I. PETE WILKINS. A younac man lay at the foot of a tree, looking moodily out 2 over the hot, sunlit prairie, which Jay quivering before him in’ the intense beams of the noonday sun, till every little star- ~s flower se«med to wink sleepily, as it bowed its head in the sultry glare. The prairie itse!f was vivid with the bright : emera d green of carly summer in Texas, for it is to the west- < ~~ -ern borders of this enormous State, as large in its area as the = whole kingdom of France, that we now invite the reader. 2 The tree under which the young man lay was one of a me clump of live oaks, denominated a motte ; and draped, like all of its companions, with long, drooping tresses of “ Spanish <, ° =a ea eset completely from the gaze of a person on the Ne _ The scenery around was monotonous, but grand. Grand edge of which the young man lay, was the only object to di- versifiy the rolling green expanse. . Except that, on the hori- zon to the east, you could see the faint outline of another grove of trees, and it was on this distant object that the eyes a. of the youth were fixed. He seemed to be sad and despond- _ ent, as*he lay there, his chin resting on his hands, gazing at - the- far-off grove. ia a ‘ae 4 io ‘broad-brimmed hat of gray felt, such as is only met with in the south-west. His short ccat was of black velveteen, and he - wore high boots of varnished leather coming to maid thigh, with white buck-skin breeches. He seemed to be well armed, ~ af * ~ - e- — » . > »” r% Pig . ' " a * ° SEs, “~~? > i - = ae rie a re. nea moss,” that hung nearly to the ground; and concealed any ~ ’ from its very monotony, like the ocean. The motte, at the. 7 He was dressed as a dandified sportsman. He wore a very ~ ee m ‘z a a comicboo ks.com