. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . ash from he peered at the sun, lying low on his fold. Cast aside the catenas red and spangled with gold-mounted Colts, true companions for years,Cast the red silk scrapes to the wind in a breathAnd so bared to the skin sprang all haste tothe liorse. fast to his lasso ; then he jerked at his sprang to his feet, and glanced swiftly then dropped, as if shot, with his ear to tlic ground,— Then again to his feet and to me, to my bride, , W
. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . ash from he peered at the sun, lying low on his fold. Cast aside the catenas red and spangled with gold-mounted Colts, true companions for years,Cast the red silk scrapes to the wind in a breathAnd so bared to the skin sprang all haste tothe liorse. fast to his lasso ; then he jerked at his sprang to his feet, and glanced swiftly then dropped, as if shot, with his ear to tlic ground,— Then again to his feet and to me, to my bride, , Whilf his -yes were like fire, his face like a Not a word, not a wail from a liji was lot fall. nhroud, Not a kiss from my bride, not a lodk or low His form lik; a king, and his beard like a call cloud, f>f lovo-noto or courage, but on oer the .d hiH voire loud and ulirill, as if blown plain from a reed,— So steady and ntili, leaning low to tln niano, Pull, pull in your liiHHOs, and bridlf to steed. With the hetl to the liank and tin liand to And if fvfr for life you would speed; i the rein,. KIT CARSONS RIDE. 473 Rode we on, rode we three, rode we gray nose and long, breathing loud, like a creviced wind blows,Yet we spoke not a whisper, we breathed not a was work to be done, there was death in the the chance was as one to a thousand for all. Gray nose to gray nose and each steady mustangStretched neck and stretched nerve till the hollow earth rangAnd the foam from the flank and the croup and the neckFlew around like the spray on a storm-driven miles! thirty miles I—a dim distant speck—Then a long reaching line and the Brazos in I rose in my seat with a shout of de- stood in my stirrup and looked to my right,But Revels was gone; I glanced by my shoulderAnd saw his horse stagger; I saw his head droopingHard on his breast, and his naked breast stoopingLow down to the mane as so swifter and bolderRan
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