There was generally a trail cut through these, barely wide enough for a single mustang to pass.

The reeds were twenty or thirty feet high, and so slender that, having no support over the path, they drooped a little inward and intermingled their tops.

Thus a very singular and beautiful canopy was formed, beneath which the travellers moved along sheltered from the rays of a Texan sun.
As they were emerging from one of these arched avenues, they saw three black wolves jogging along very leisurely in front of them, but at too great a distance to be reached by a rifle-bullet.

Wild turkeys were very abundant, and vast droves of wild horses were cropping the herbage of the most beautiful and richest pastures to be found on earth.
Immense herds of buffaloes were also seen.
"These sights," says Crockett, "awakened the ruling passion strong within me, and I longed to have a hunt on a large scale.

For though I had killed many bears and deer in my time, I had never brought down a buffalo, and so I told my friends.