The Oregon Trail Illustrations

by

Thomas Hart Benton

 
 
Chapter XXVI: Down the Arkansas
 
Inclining my body to the left, I turned my horse in that directon as sharply as his speed would permit. The bull, rushing blindly on with great force and weight, did not turn so quickly. As I looked back, his neck and shoulder were exposed to view; and, turning in the saddle, I shot a bullet obliquely into his vitals. He gave over the chase and soon fell to the ground. An English tourist represents a situation like this as one of imminent danger: this is a mistake; the bull never pursues long, and the horse must be wretched indeed that cannot keep out of his way for two or three minutes.

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