Identifier: scoutrangerbeing00pike (find matches)
Title: The scout and ranger: being the personal adventures of Corporal Pike, of the Fourth Ohio cavalry. As a Texan ranger, in the Indian wars, delineating western adventure; afterwards a scout and spy, in Tennessee, Alabama, Georgia, and the Carolinas, under General Mitchell, Rosecrans, Stanley, Sheridan, Lytle, Thomas, Crook, and Sherman. Fully illustrating the secret service. Twenty-five full-page engravings
Year: 1865 (1860s)
Authors: Pike, James, 1834-1867
Subjects: Texas Rangers Indians of North America -- Wars 1815-1875 United States -- History Civil War, 1861-1865 Scouts and scouting United States -- History Civil War, 1861-1865 Personal narratives
Publisher: Cincinnati, New York, J.R. Hawley & co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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or, asthe little boys say, astraddle, utterly unconscious of observa-tion. Her long, brown hair was streaming in the wind, as shewas without bonnet or shawl; her short sleeves and low neckeddress, left a beautiful neck, plump arms, and a voluptuous bosom,partially, but not immodestly exposed, while the skirts of herdress being drawn up by her peculiar position on the horse, ex-posed limbs perfect in development, and of dazzling whiteness.She was singing, in a clear musical voice, snatches of some songwhich she occasionally stopped, to give a shrill whoop at a halfwild cow she was driving before her, at a fearful rate throughthe thick timber. She rode her horse with a fearless grace, anda firm hand, guiding the spirited beast by a rope halter turnedinto a loop around his nose. She soon vanished from my view,to the left, following a well beaten trail which I was confidentmust lead to a house. So quick did she come and go, and sobeautiful did she appear, galloping away through the green
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A MOUNTAIN NYMPH. 289 Avoods with such a Iiappy gracefulness, and fearless air, that Icould almost imagine that I had seen a real nymph of the moun-tain. Following the trail she took, in about a mile and a half Icame to a house. A panting horse, of magnificent proportions,had just been turned loose in the yard to graze, and I instantlyrecognized it as the one I had seen careering so proudly throughtho woods with the fair rider. I at once went to the house, andat the door was welcomed by a pleasant looking matron, who in-vited me in, and treated me with much civility, as soon as I toldher that I was a Yankee soldier and wanted lodgings. Soonafter, the fair equestrienne came in with a bucket of milk on herhead, nigger fashion. There was no poetry in that, it is true;but she was really very pretty, and as she placed her bucket ofmilk on the table, the elder woman addressed her: Eliza, here is one of our soldiers come to see us at last. Then turning to me, she said : Stranger, what is you

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