, 1872-06-27

| though gifted with immense endurance
and nerves of steel. A head quite re-
markable for its full size and very noble
forehead ; quiet, thoughtful blue eyes
and yellow hair. firm strong jaw and
face somewhat dished, like an Arab
horse, that made man who had never
seen him before, look at him again with
the thought that he would "do to tie
:" arms rather long. and thin strong
fianks, with slightly handy legs. This
was the outward shape which enclosed
spirit, as high and daring and as noble
as ever tenanted the body of o man.
No man this to take his woman horse,
because it was faster than his own, and
leave her to prairie fire while he gal
loped off to twaddle, in tumid bosh,
over 81 her marvellous eyes," Oh, Kit,
my heart beats quicker, even now, old
fellow, when think of the time twen-
ty-fve years ago, when I lay on the
burning sands of the great desert, un-
mesquite bush, where You had tender
ly as a woman would have put her first
born, laid me, sore from wounds and
fever, on your only blanket. I see the
dim lake of waterless mirage. see the
moving sands ripple with the faint, hot
breeze around us, and break upon our
scattered saddles. see the poor mules
famishing of thirst, with their tucked
fianks and dim eyes, and hear their sad
aud plaintive cry go up out of the will
derness for help. see the men dogged,
resolute, Or despondent, standing around
or seeking such shelter as a saddle-blan-
ket over 8 gun-stick or withered sage
bush would afford. and then under that
sun of flame and on those burning sands,
without thought of ever seeing water
again, you poured upon my fe cred lips,
the last drop in camp from your can
teen. Oh. Kit I think again of after
wards on the bloody Gila. where we
fought all night and travelled all day,
with each man his bit OF mule meat,
and no other food, and when. so worn
from hurt could go no further, begged
you to leave me there and save yourself.
l see you leaning on that old Hawkins
gun of yours, (mlne now and looking
out of those clear blue eyes at me with
surprised reproach. as one who takes
an insult from a friend. And 1 re mem
her when we laid side by side on
bloody battlefield all night, when you
mourned like woman, and would not
be comforted I; not for those who had
fallen, but for the sad hearts of the wo-
men at home when the tale would be
told. And l remember another night we
passed side by side, in the midst of an
enemy's camp, where discovery was
death, and where You would not take
mean advantage of a sleeping foe.
And l recall how You avenged the
death of the Delaware. ON the Klamath,
with quick and sombre vengeance
Then you were with Fremont, and af-
terwards at the solitary desert spring of
Archillette, when you all stood around
shocked at the horrid spectacle of
slaughter which met your eyes--a whole
flmily done to sudden death by Indians
Fremont asked, "Who will follow the
wretches and strike them in their camp?"
1t was you, old Kit, and Alexis Cooley,
who took the trail. A long and weary
hundred and twenty miles you followed
that bloody band. You two attacked,
in broad daylight. a hundred, killed
many, for which you brought our grizzly
mountain vouchers back, ind recovered
every stolen horse for the sole survivor,
little boy and this you did in pity
for the women who had been slain.
And out of such man the poet has
made the libidinous monkey of his
story.
Oh, wise of counsel, strong of arm,
brave of heart and gentle Of nature.
how bitterly have you been maligned.
Ell MARIPosA.