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!" Cupid's Arrows.