Theodore Winthrop,
John Brent — Chapter III. Don Fulano
“ There they came! Gerrian’s whole band of horses in full career! First, their heads suddenly lifted above a crest of the prairie; then they burst over, like the foam and spray of a black, stormy wave when a blast strikes it, and wildly swept by us with manes and tails flaring in the wind. It was magnificent. My heart of a horseman leaped in my breast. “Hurrah!” I cried.“Hurrah ’t is!” said Gerrian.The herd dashed by in a huddle, making for the corral. ”
