The Rifle Rangers

The Rifle Rangers
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Reid Mayne. The Rifle Rangers

Chapter One. The Land of Anahuac

Chapter Two. An Adventure among the Creoles of New Orleans

Chapter Three. A Volunteer Rendezvous

Chapter Four. Life on the Island of Lobos

Chapter Five. A Skeleton Adventure

Chapter Six. The Landing at Sacrificios

Chapter Seven. The City of the True Cross

Chapter Eight. Major Blossom

Chapter Nine. Scouting in the Chaparral

Chapter Ten. Adventure with a Cayman

Chapter Eleven. Don Cosmé Rosales

Chapter Twelve. A Mexican Dinner

Chapter Thirteen. A Subterranean Drawing-Room

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen. A Little Fair Weather again

Chapter Sixteen. The Scout continued, with a Variety of Reflections

Chapter Seventeen. One Way of Taming a Bull

Chapter Eighteen. A Brush with the Guerilleros

Chapter Nineteen. A Herculean Feat

Chapter Twenty. Running the Gauntlet

Chapter Twenty One. A Short Fight at “Long Shot”

Chapter Twenty Two. The Rescue

Chapter Twenty Three. The Cocuyo

Chapter Twenty Four. Lupé and Luz

Chapter Twenty Five. A Tough Night of it after all

Chapter Twenty Six. The Light after the Shade

Chapter Twenty Seven. A Disappointment and a New Plan

Chapter Twenty Eight. A Foolhardy Adventure

Chapter Twenty Nine. Help from Heaven

Chapter Thirty. A Shot in the Dark

Chapter Thirty One. Captured by Guerilleros

Chapter Thirty Two. A Blind Ride

Chapter Thirty Three. A Drink à la Cheval

Chapter Thirty Four. An odd Way of opening a Letter

Chapter Thirty Five. The Cobra-di-Capello

Chapter Thirty Six. The Head-Quarters of the Guerilla

Chapter Thirty Seven. Chane’s Courtship

Chapter Thirty Eight. The Dance of the Tagarota

Chapter Thirty Nine. A Kiss in the Dark

Chapter Forty. Maria de Merced

Chapter Forty One. The Pursuit

Chapter Forty Two. A New and Terrible Enemy

Chapter Forty Three. A Battle with Bloodhounds

Chapter Forty Four. An Indian Ruse

Chapter Forty Five. A Coup d’Éclair

Chapter Forty Six. A Bridge of Monkeys

Chapter Forty Seven. The Jarachos

Chapter Forty Eight. Padre Jarauta

Chapter Forty Nine. A Hang by the Heels

Chapter Fifty. A Very Short Trial

Chapter Fifty One. A Bird’s-eye View of a Battle

Chapter Fifty Two. An Odd Way of Escaping from a Battle-field

Chapter Fifty Three. A Wholesale Capture

Chapter Fifty Four. A Duel, with an odd Ending

Chapter Fifty Five. An Adios

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In the “fall” of 1846 I found myself in the city of New Orleans, filling up one of those pauses that occur between the chapters of an eventful life – doing nothing. I have said an eventful life. In the retrospect of ten years, I could not remember as many weeks spent in one place. I had traversed the continent from north to south, and crossed it from sea to sea. My foot had pressed the summits of the Andes, and climbed the Cordilleras of the Sierra Madre. I had steamed it down the Mississippi, and sculled it up the Orinoco. I had hunted buffaloes with the Pawnees of the Platte, and ostriches upon the pampas of the Plata: to-day, shivering in the hut of an Esquimaux – a month after, taking my siesta in an aery couch under the gossamer frondage of the corozo palm. I had eaten raw meat with the trappers of the Rocky Mountains, and roast monkey among the Mosquito Indians; and much more, which might weary the reader, and ought to have made the writer a wiser man. But, I fear, the spirit of adventure – its thirst – is within me slakeless. I had just returned from a “scurry” among the Comanches of Western Texas, and the idea of “settling down” was as far from my mind as ever.

“What next? what next?” thought I. “Ha! the war with Mexico.”

.....

Lincoln, brushing past, whispered in my ear, “Cap’n, I understan’ these hyur critters better’n you kin. Yer must mix among ’em – mix and licker – thet’s the idee.”

“Good advice,” said Clayley; “but if you could only take the shine out of that fellow at fencing, the thing’s done at once. By Jove! I think you might do it, Haller!”

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