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Book, page 181 / 204 he had ever met. One proved to be an old pirate, about fifty years of age. He was tall, bony, and in aspect seemed scarcely human. The shaggy hair of his whiskers and beard covered nearly his whole face. He had on a sailor's round jacket and tarpaulin hat. The deep scar, apparently of a sword cut, deformed his forehead, and another similar scar was on the back of one of his hands. His companion was a young Indian, wild as the wolves, bareheaded, and with scanty deerskin dress. Early the next morning they all resumed their journey, the two strangers following on foot. Their path led over the smooth and treeless prairie, as beautiful in its verdure and its flowers as the most cultivated park could possibly be. About noon they stopped to refresh their horses and dine beneath a cluster of trees in the open prairie. They had built their fire, were cooking their game, and were all seated upon the grass, chatting very sociably, when the bee-hunter saw a bee, which indicated that a hive of honey might be found not far distant. He leaped upon his mustang, and without saying a word, "started off like mad," and scoured along the prairie. "We watched him," says Crockett, "until he seemed no larger than a rat, and finally disappeared in the distance." CHAPTER XII. Adventures on the Prairie. Disappearance of the Bee Hunter.--The Herd of Buffalo Crockett lost.--The Fight with the Cougar.--Approach of Savages.--Their Friendliness.--Picnic on the Prairie.--Picturesque Scene.--The Lost Mustang recovered.--Unexpected Reunion.--Departure of the Savages.--Skirmish with the Mexicans.--Arrival at the Alamo.
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