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Title: Under Scott in Mexico
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Stratemeyer, Edward, 1862-1930
Subjects: Scott, Winfield, 1786-1866 Mexican War, 1846-1848
Publisher: Boston, Lothrop, Lee & Shepard Co
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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as sent off at onceafter them. So he got no chance to tell Dan ofwhat he had heard, nor did he talk further withLieutenant Ford. The chase after the ammunition-wagon lasteduntil long after midnight, and was the cause ofPoke getting into a laughable, if not a serious,predicament. He was on horseback, and had justcome up to the wagons when his horse went downinto a hole, almost breaking a leg. Whoa thar! he cried, and reined up thesteed. By gosh! thets a nasty hole. Ef yedont look out — Oh ! oh ! oh ! Poke gave a start and then began to slap rightand left, and with good reason. The hole wasnothing less than a hornets nest, and let me sayright here that the Mexican hornet is about themost vicious in creation. Up came the pests in a swarm, thoroughly en-raged at having their home so unceremoniouslyinvaded. Some bit Poke on the hands and othersalighted on his face, still sore from the sand cuts. Slap ! slap ! slap! went the old frontiersmanshands, while he dodged his head right and left.
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POKES ENCOUNTER WITH THE MEXICAN HORNETS THE RESULT OF CANNON FIRE l8l Then the hornets attacked the horse, and in atwinkle the steed began to kick and plunge, andthen set off on a dead gallop into the mesquitebrush. It was a wild ride, and only by pure good luckdid Poke stick in the saddle while the horse plungedand snorted. The steed travelled a good quarterof a mile before he could be brought to a halt. Whoa thar! Poke kept on calling, but thehorse paid no heed. He wanted to get clear ofthose hornets and would have travelled all the wayto the State of Texas to do it if necessary. But at last he stopped, and Poke killed the lastof the pests with vigorous slaps of his broad palm.The frontiersmans nose was stung and swollenand presented a comical appearance when hefinally got to where he had wanted to go. Must have been drinking heavily, said oneteamster, with a wink. Drinkin ? roared Poke. Not much ! Itwas hornets, drat em ! Step into one of them air holes ? Yes. Gosh ! I know em! Th

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