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The Mirage on the Frio explained

A group of men on a fishing trip along Buffalo Bayou listen as a sheep man recounts a strange experience from 1880 in La Salle County.

What happens

A group of men on a fishing trip along Buffalo Bayou listen as a sheep man recounts a strange experience from 1880 in La Salle County. After being lost overnight, he saw a mirage of his ranch eighteen miles away, showing his wife and child threatened by a Mexican attacker. In desperation, he fired his rifle at the mirage, then raced home to find the attacker dead from a gunshot wound, leaving the mystery unsolved.

Themes in this chapter

  • Deception and Appearance vs. Reality

    The mirage appears real and prompts action, yet it is an optical illusion; the sheep man's shot at an image eighteen miles away seems absurd but coincides with the attacker's death.

  • Crime and Consequence

    A Mexican attacker attempts to break into the ranch house; he is found dead from a gunshot, but the shooter remains unknown, leaving the consequence ambiguous.

Characters to notice

  • Jim

    The sheep man who tells the story of the mirage on the Frio; he is worried about his wife and child and fires his rifle at the mirage.

  • Unknown Narrator

    One of the five men on the fishing trip; describes the setting and introduces the sheep man's tale.

Key passages

  • The moon made a glory in the eastern sky and spread a white shimmering glamour upon the black water of the bayou.

    The moon rose in the east, casting a bright, shimmering light on the dark bayou water.

    Sets the atmospheric scene for the storytelling.

  • I seen my ranch house, shearin' pen, the fences with saddles hangin' on 'em, the wood pile, with the ax stickin' in a log, and everything about the yard as plain as if they was only 200 yards away.

    Through the mirage, I could see my ranch and all its details as clearly as if I were just two hundred yards away.

    Describes the vividness of the mirage.

  • I jerked my Winchester out'n its scabbard, drawed a bead on the darned scoundrel and fired.

    I pulled out my Winchester rifle, aimed at the scoundrel, and fired.

    The sheep man's impulsive action despite knowing the target was eighteen miles away.