Bill Dean, the Texas Ranger.
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KENDALL, ofthe s'Picayune, who was
at Matamoras on the l3th ulI., describes
in letter to that paper, an extraordinary
joker he has lately fallen in with. Sucn
an exposition otculinary art on the Texas
Prairies, we have never seen before
We would go miles to see Bill Dean and
hear him tell the story-+whlch Kendall
thus hits off: -


Rare wags may be found among the
! 1exas volunteers, yet the funniest fellow
of II is happy -go-lucky chap named
Bill Dean, ,one OF ChevallIer's spy compa-
ny, and said to be one otthe best ''seyen
up players in all Texas. While at Cor
pus Christi, a lot of us were sitting
out on the stoop Of the Kinney House,
early one morning, when along came Bill
Dean. He did not know single soul in
the crowd, although he knew we were ali
bound for the Rio Grande: yet the fact
that the regular formaIities of an intro
duction had not been gone through with,
did not prevent his stopping short in his
walk and accosting u.s.. His speech, or
harangue, or whatever it may be termed,
will lose much in telling, yet | will en-.
deavor to put 1t upon paper in as good
shape as possible.


'Oh, yes,' said he with knowing leer
of the eye soh yes, all going down among
the robbers on the Rio Graade, are YOU j!
Fine times you'll have over the left. I've
been there myself, and done what a great
many of YOU won't dol come back, but
if didn't see material h-ll- in August
at that am a teapot. Lived only
eight days on one poor hawk and three
blackberries-could'nt xiii a prairie rat
on the whole route to save Us from star
vation. The ninth day come, and we
struck small streak OF good luck--a
horse give out and broke down, plump out
in the centre of the open prairie-not a
stick big enough to tickle rattlesnake
with, let alone killing him. Just had time
to save cur critter by shootin' him, and
that was all, for in three minuets more
I'd have died material death. 1t didn't
take US long to butcher him, ner cut of
some chunks ofmeat and stick them on
our ramrods, but the cookin was another
matter. Ipiled up heap ofprairie grass,
for it was high and dry, aad.sot it on hire;
but il flashed up like powder, and went
outas quick. But--' ssssl


But, put in one of his hearers, bltdid
you cook your hoFsesmeat afterthatP


sHow?'


Yes, howls


why, the FIRE caught the grass close
by, and the wind CARRIED the flames streak
ing across the prairie. | followed up
the fire, holding my chunk Of meat direct
| ly overth blaze, aud the way we went
il wasa caution short Of locomotive doin's :.
Once ina while q little furry oe wind
would come along, and the Ere would ge,
q few yards the start; but I'd brush upon
her, lay her with my chunk, and then
we'd have il again, nip and chuck. You
never seed such tight race-it was
beautiful s, E,e..,s...


! Very, we've no doubt, ejaculated one
sOfthe listeners ipteFFuPting the mad wag


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