Read Plain Tales from the Hills Page 8


  CUPID'S ARROWS.

  Pit where the buffalo cooled his hide, By the hot sun emptied, and blistered and dried; Log in the reh-grass, hidden and alone; Bund where the earth-rat's mounds are strown: Cave in the bank where the sly stream steals; Aloe that stabs at the belly and heels, Jump if you dare on a steed untried-- Safer it is to go wide--go wide! Hark, from in front where the best men ride:-- "Pull to the off, boys! Wide! Go wide!"

  The Peora Hunt.