Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1896-03-07

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And | SIGH for TIE can,er after the eat
his crack Of the whips Ike shot. in bat
The medley Of horns and hoofs and heads
That wars and ~wiaEgles and s~catter- aud
The green beneath and the blue above.
And dash and danger. and lie and love.
And Lasca'
Lasca used to ride
On a mouse-Eray mustang. close by my
side.
with blue s'ersre ana brigh,-eened
I laughed with Joy when I locked ~
her
Little knew she Of books or cresds
An Ave Marie suflced her needs
Little She cared, save 10 be- my side,
To ride with me, and ever 20 ride.
FROM san saba ! shore 10 LaGac4', tide.
She was as bold as the pillows tina. heat.
she was a. wild as III" hreeZ"S tha'
From her little head 10 her little feet
She was swayed, in her suppleness, 70
By each gust Of passion: a ,apllng pine
That grows on the edge Of a Kansas
Ana wars with The wind when the
weather is rough,
Is like this Lasca, this love Of mine
She would hunger that might eat.
Would take the bitter ana leave me tine
But once, when / made her jealous for
a . so"ietninw ia whispered. or looked o,
done.
One Sunday. in San Antonio.
To a glorious girl on the Alamo.
She, drew from her girdie a dear little
And~sdns of a wasp;-it made me stag
An inch 10 the left or an inch to the right
And | wouldn't be Numbering here to-
But She sobbed. and. sobbing, 50 swiftly
bound
Her torn reboso about the wound
That quite forseve her. Scratches don't
In Texas down by the Rio Grande
Her eye was brown-a deep. deep brown.
Her hair was darker than her eye:
And something in her smile and frown.
.Curled crimson lip, and lnstep high,
Showed that there ran in each blue vein,
Mixed with the milder Aztec strain,
The vigorous vintage of old SpaiHS
The air was heavy. the night was hot,
i sat by her side. and forgot-forgot
FORGOT the hero That were taking their
Forgot that the air was close opprest.
That the Texas norther comes sudden and
In the dead OF night or the blaze OF noon.
That once let the herd az its breath take
And nothing on earth can stop the flight
And woe, to the rider and voc 70 the
steed,
Who falls in front of their mad stampede
a. Aildl tliAlAltl No. DE lne Lord
l spring 10 my saddle without A word.
One foot on mine, and she clung behind
Away on d hot chase down the wind!
But never was fox hunt half so hard.
And never was steed so little sparea
For we rode for our lives. You shat,
hear how We Jared
In Texas down by the Rio Grande.
The mustang flew, and We urged him on
There Is one chance left, and you have but
one
Halt, Jump to ground. and shoot your
Crouch under his carcass, and take you,
And IL the steers. in their frantic course
Don't batter you both 10 pieces at once.
You may thank your stars; II not,
To the qu~iskenins kiss and the long
drawn sigh,
And the open air and the open sky.
In Texas, down by the Rio Grande
The cattle gained on US and then I felt
For my old six shooter, behind in my belt
Down came the mustang and down came
Clinging together, and-what was the
A body that spread itself on my breast.
Two arms that shielded my dizzy head,
Two lips that hard on my lips were
pressed:
Then came thunder in my ears
As over us surged the sea of steers.
Blows that beat blood into my eyes.
when / could rise
Lasca was dead.
i dug out a grave a few feet deep,
And there In earth's arms I laid her to
sleep;
And where she is lying no one knows.
And the summer shines and the winter
SHOWS.
And for many a day the flowers have
spread
A pail OF petals over her head;
And the little gray hawk hangs aloof in
The air,
And the sly coyote trots here and there.
And the blacksnake glides and glitters and
slides
Into a rift in a cotton wood tree;
And the buxzard sails on,
And comes n Is gone,
Stately and III as a shin at sea.
And I wonder why I do not care
For the things that are like the things
hat were,
Does half my heart lie buried there.
In Texas. Town by the Rio Grande
IF. Desprez.