The horses soon reached a stream, which Crockett afterward learned was called the Navasola River.

The whole herd, following an adventurous leader, rushed pell-mell into the stream and swam to the other side.

It was a beautiful sight to behold these splendid animals, in such a dense throng, crossing the stream, and then, refreshed by their bath, sweeping like a whirlwind over the plain beyond.
Crockett's exhausted pony could go no further.

He fairly threw himself upon the ground as if in despair.

Crockett took from the exhausted animal the saddle, and left the poor creature to roll upon the grass and graze at pleasure.