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Title: Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary treasures..
Year: 1890 (1890s)
Authors: Tiffany, Otis H. (Otis Henry), 1825-1891 Tiffany, Otis H. (Otis Henry), 1825-1891 Tiffany, Otis H. (Otis Henry), 1825-1891
Subjects: English literature
Publisher: Chicago : C. W. Stanton
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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Cast aside the catenas red and spangled with gold. And gold-mounted Colts, true companions for years, Cast the red silk serapes to the wind in a breath And so bared to the skin sprang all haste to the horse. Holding fast to his lasso ; then he jerked at his steed. And sprang to his feet, and glanced swiftly around. And then dropped, as if shot, with his ear to the 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 lip was let fall. Not a kiss from my bride, not a look or low call. Of love-note or courage, but on oer the plain. So steady and still, leaning low to the mane, With the heel to the flank and the hand to the rein,
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KIT CARSONS RIDE. 473 Rode we on, rode we three, rode we gray nose and nose. Reaching long, breathing loud, like a creviced wind blows,Yet we spoke not a whisper, we breathed not a prayer.There was work to be done, there was death in the air. And 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 deck. Twenty miles! thirty miles —a dim distant speck—Then a long reaching line and the Brazos in sight. And I rose in my seat with a shout of delight. I stood in my stirrup and looked to my right, But Revels was gone; I glanced by my shoulder And saw his horse stagger; I saw his head droopingHard on his breast, and his naked breast stooping Low down to the mane as so swifter and bolder Ran reaching out for us the red-footed fire.To right and to left the black buffalo came. In miles and in millions,

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