On the great plain of Texas, about a hundred miles southward from the old Spanish town of San Antonio de Bejar, the noonday sun is shedding his beams from a sky of cerulean brightness. Under the golden light appears a group of objects, but little in unison with the landscape around them: since they betoken the presence of human beings, in a spot where there is no sign of human habitation. The objects in question are easily identified--even at a great distance. They are waggons; each covered with its ribbed and rounded tilt of snow-white "Osnaburgh."…
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