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Tragedies of Canon Blanco is the recollections of Cavalry officer Carter, who chased the Comanches in the Texas Panhandle in the mid 19th century."

Excerpt from Tragedies of Canon Blanco: A Story of the Texas Panhandle Stretching onward toward the sunset, O'er prairie, hill, and vale, Far beyond the Double Mountains Winds the old Mackenzie Trail. Ah, what thoughts and border memories Does that dreaming trail suggest; Thoughts of travelers gone forever To the twilight realms of rest. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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Dieses historische Buch kann zahlreiche Tippfehler und fehlende Textpassagen aufweisen. Kaufer konnen in der Regel eine kostenlose eingescannte Kopie des originalen Buches vom Verleger herunterladen (ohne Tippfehler). Ohne Indizes. Nicht dargestellt. 1919 edition. Auszug: ...The animals were now suffering for water, and some were beginning to show clearly signs of giving out. Our "chow" or rations were growing slim. The Comanches, by that lucky storm--for them--still had a night's march ahead of us, so he prudently, but most reluctantly, turned back. There was nothing to cook our food with but buffalo chips (bois de vache), and with scarcely water enough to wet our hps. We made a dry camp at our impromptu bivouac of the night before; the next day, in a sort of melancholy procession, reaching the lagoon, where it was decided to fill up with fresh rain water, and rest the command. The men on this day's march had picked up hundreds of smooth, well-worn cedar lodge-poles which the Comanches had dropped in their headlong flight, to be used for fuel at our bivouac supper. It was a most singular sight to see a long column of five hundred troopers, each with two or three fourteen-foot poles raised high in air over their shoulders. Mackenzie, who, at the head of the column, when his attention was first called to it, suspecting a joke, or that they were being carried along as relics, was about to seriously order them to be thrown away, when somebody suggested their possible utility for fuel instead of buffalo chips, which scented our bacon and coffee. They reminded one of a traveling circus, rather than a well drilled, disciplined body of cavalry. The writer had been riding all this time with his battered leg in splints and closely bandaged. Upon Dr. Choate's inspection this day, after removing the bandages, it was found that it was not only not broken or even fractured, but was terribly bruised, and the flesh badly crushed and frightfully lacerated. Bathing it freely...