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countered the feel of the beast's ribs the entire adventure
of the day before came back to me. I was then conscious
of a raging hunger, for it had been several hours before
the Apaches had struck my trail that I had rested and
eaten. The Wasp had my provisions outside, tied on my
saddle; they were therefore out of reach, for I did not
feel that it would be prudent to come out yet, for fear
the Apaches might be lurking. For a little I was at loss,
fearing starvation; but it is well said by the proverb that
the man of his hands always falls on his feet. Observing
the great plenty of prime beef that surrounded me on
every side, I realized that only a pastors or a gachupinT
would be stupid enough to starve or even suffer incon-
venience under such circumstances. I had my sheath-knife,
and in less time than it takes to saddle a gentle horse I had
a fine fire going from the fuel which was lying ready at
hand, and shortly I had a fat steak broiling on the coals.
"I will not bore you with an account of the further
circumstances of my stay in the belly of that bull; particu-
larly as it was lacking in variety of any kind; all that I did,
when attacked by hunger, was to strip down and broil a
steak, and then to sleep until hunger came upon me again.
This went on for several days--three, in fact, as I found
out upon my emergence; at the end of this time, judging
that the coast could now reasonably be expected to be
clear, and a survey of my surroundings revealing to me
that the supply of meat was running dangerously low, I
decided to come out.
"When I had dived in, I had, by rare presence of mind,
kept a tight hold on the Wasp's halter rope, and this
proved to be a great aid to me in climbing out; and I
further helped myself by irritating the bull's throat with
my spurs, so that, partly by hand-over-hand work on the
rope and partly by the impulse of the bull's coughs, I
managed to drag myself up and out. It was noon when I
emerged, and there, at the end of the rope which I still
"The last word in the vaquero's vocabulary to express clumsiness and stu-
pidity. To be called a pastor (sheep-herder) is the worst insult he can suffer
short of obscenity.
'Literally, a Spaniard, but by extension a tenderfoot.
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From Hell to Breakfast (Book)
Volume of popular folklore of Texas and Mexico, including religious anecdotes, stories about Native American dances, stories about petroleum and oil fields, folk songs, legends, customs and other miscellaneous folklore. The index begins on page 205.
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Dobie, J. Frank (James Frank), 1888-1964. From Hell to Breakfast, book, 1944; Dallas, Texas. (texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metadc67649/m1/55/: accessed September 19, 2018), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, texashistory.unt.edu; crediting UNT Press.