Pit where the buffalo
cooled his hide

“Cupid’s Arrows”

Pit where the buffalo cooled his hide,
By the hot sun emptied, and blistered and dried;
Log in the plume-grass, hidden and lone;
Bund where the earth-rat's mounds are strewn; 
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

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