It was quite clear of trees; grass, mingled with wild flowers, grew high upon it, and at the far edge they saw the figures of animals grazing.
"Deer!" exclaimed Paul.

"There they are, Henry! Just waiting for us!" Henry took a long and keen look, then shook his head.
"No, not deer, Paul," he said.

"Now guess what they are." "They can't be buffaloes," replied Paul.

"I think, Henry, I'm right; they're deer." "No," said Henry, "they're horses." "Horses! Why there are no plantations hereabouts!" "Not tame horses.

Wild horses.