. My first buffalo hunt. ng eyes were cast around—Grabbed his repeater from the ground, Quick at full cock, the hammer hung,His finger to the trigger clung. Again, a shadow crossed the hole, A human form therein-at-stole,Then, young Kentucky showed his blood, As in stern tones, came out this flood. Lie down-, you dirty dog—he said,Or I will fill you full of lead, If you attempt to raise your gun,Your race in life is fully run. I stood in horror, cold as ice, And tried to speak then, once or twice,But not a sound, in my distress, And there! I lost all consciousness. CANTO III When I came to, th
. My first buffalo hunt. ng eyes were cast around—Grabbed his repeater from the ground, Quick at full cock, the hammer hung,His finger to the trigger clung. Again, a shadow crossed the hole, A human form therein-at-stole,Then, young Kentucky showed his blood, As in stern tones, came out this flood. Lie down-, you dirty dog—he said,Or I will fill you full of lead, If you attempt to raise your gun,Your race in life is fully run. I stood in horror, cold as ice, And tried to speak then, once or twice,But not a sound, in my distress, And there! I lost all consciousness. CANTO III When I came to, there by my side, Were my true friend; our one eyed guide, Who by their efforts—those two men,Had brought me back, to earth again. BUFFALO HUNT 13 Yous scairt to death, our captain said,As gainst his knees, I leaned my head, And Kaintuck thar, a hour ago,Scairt me to death, or nearly so. Ah! never in my life before, Had I approached, so near the shore,Of the unknown-^the border-land. When I complied, with his Them Injuns Claim We Have No Right. Fer in the dark, I couldnt see,The one who had just spoke to me, But from his tones, I knowed quite well,Id better to lie down a spell. I felt thar, was but one choice— I did not recornize his voice,But when I shouted, Do not shoot! He recornized, this old Galoot. And then he rushed to me and said,Youre not a robber, but instead, My dear old friend. Our Captain Bang—Then this yer cave with gladness rang. 14 BUFFALO HUNT He kindly raised me to a seat, Knocked off the dirt, down to my feet, His arms around my neck, he flung,And like a lover thar he clung,
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