Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1884-07-05
OUR YOUNG FOLKS.
The Arabian Herse.

An Arab and his tribe had attacked the
caravan of Damascus; the victory was COM
nlcte and the Arabs were busted in loading
their booty, when the horsemen Of the
Pasha of Acre fell upon them. The Arab
chief had received ball in the arm, but,
as his wound was not mortal, the Turks
bound him to a camel, took possession OF
his horse and edaway both steed and rider.
The night before they were to reach Acre,
they encampcd with their prisoners in the
mountains; the wounded Arab had his legs
bound together with a leather strap, and
was stretched near the tent in which the
Turks were sleeping. During the night,
kept awake by the pain of his wound, he
heard his horse whinny, and dragged him
self over the ground ill he reached the
courser. Then he gnawed through the
goat's-hair cord which served as clog for
the horse, and the animal was free. But
seeing his master wounded and fettered at
his feet, the horse grasped with his teeth
the leather girdle of the Arab, gallOped
away and bore him to his tents. Throw
ing the chief on the sand at the feet OF his
wife and children the steed died from ex-
haustion-L From the French Of Lamartlne.
Near the Turkish victor's tent
Lies the wounded Arab chief;
On the ground his eyes are bent,
Misty with poignant grief.
In the morning he must be
To some petty prince slave;
D0ubly hard TO spirit free
Such a fate worse than the grave.
Round his limbs the leathern thongs
Press with unreenting zeal
How the bleeding captive longs
For q friend with ready steel.
Hark He hears Whinnying call
Prom the horses tethcred near,
Yes, and from their voices all,
Knows the one to him SO dear.
As the sailor loves his bark
DashiDg on its ocean course,
Thus the free-born Arab dark
Loves his beautiful, swift horse.
SO, the captive creeps along
Painfully on hands and knees,
Drawn by yearning deep and strong,
Till once more his steed he sees.
"Ahl poor friend" with tears he sighs,
what hast thou to do with Turks?
Sorrow diIns thy captive eyes,
All around thee danger turks.
Nevermore shall women bring
Pleasant draughts of camefs milk,
Meier shalt hear their voices sing,
Meier shalt feel their touch OF silk.
Thou shalt never eat again
From the hollow OF my hand.
PTisoned in this hostile glen,
Who can hope for native land7
"O'er the painless desert sand,
Punished, though thou hast not sinned,
Ee'er shalt run tiny races grand
Switter than Egyptian wind.
a. Never shall thy noble chest,
Winter than the Jordans foam,
It's tumulous waters breast,
As thou rushest to our home.
Stay A thought comes to my mind
I'm slave, but be thou free
Thou the homeward way shalt find,
Thou my wife again shalt see.
Tell her, dashing o. r the sands
That her husband comes no more
Lick my little children's hands,
Stand within the tents low door"
" Thus he speaks, and gnaws the while
Through and through the goat s-hRiT cord
Till it yields, and 10 a smile
'Scapes the coursers captive lord.
- Now the noble steed is free,
But with instinct sure and feet
There his master he doth see
Bleeding, iettered at his feet.
Low he bends that perfect head,
GraSps with teeth the chieitsin's girtb
Then with nOstris wide outspread
Seeks the dear land of his birth.
On and on DER desert wastes
Gallops aTrow-swift the horse,
All unspurred, unbeaten hastes
On his self-appointed course.
Thus he gains his masters tent,
Bears him to his darling's eyes,
Then by WEAKNESS o'erspent,
Trembling slaggers, falls and dies
-lOuT Dumb Animals.