Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1908-11-28


DR. E. F, ELDRDGE OF GRAND JUNCTION, COLO.
In English National
Except the wild mustang, whose footing sure
And who, with his rider. though oft in distress
Is seldom behind with the Pony Express.
half journey fifty miles,
left
And hope is beginning to sing in his
When out of the darkness fierce warriors appear
His spurs thrust cayuse's sides.
For the is to him who most fearlessly rides.
Regardless Of trail In fact, lack of one.
And who the quickest unlimber his
through hurricane
along the alkalie plain
To pitch from his saddle his horse falling dead
From wounds which have sprnkled his leggngs with red
Unframed by their arrows though still they pursue,
He shelters with swift true.
Assisted by morn. breaks DER the hills.
Pumps lead from his Spencer which generally kills.
Repused by the slaughter they hardly hide,
The marauders withdraw and reluctantly ride
Away foothills, and leave him alone,
The loss of partner" sadly bemoan.
The curse OF desert--the thirst.
Is parchng his throat, but what he heeds first
the fact that the landscape is new to his sight
That trail has been lost in the hot running fight
Mid the akali deserts waste,
heats sand glow
trail is DER srewn with the bones of the dead
Which bleaching as white as the snow;
Where the atmosphere CLEANS with sulphurous hue
And reaches out OF sight
barren hills. like demons asleep
back the dazzling light
Not a blade green gass sight;
hardly breath.
silence Is broken alone by himself
Nature speaks only of death.
His eyes search landscape cottonwood trees,
For seap the ground under these,
trenbles to gladden. his sight
Or lessen the his awful plight
Hal deadfr exhaustion,
He at first walk but finds he crawl
TO the mall pouches neer enters his head,
they must move until he Is dead
To stay where he is means DEATH
So dragging load, with his breath,
He starts for foothills, determined to find
At least a spot, or IL nature be kind,
A hole in rocks. which was filled by the rains
When winter swept these burning plains;
Though often polluted by and beast
To him it seems and fit for a priest
scarce thinking Of aught the terrible thirst,
ne staggers along burst
Two warriors. we'll mounted but still unaware
That the their search is awaiting them there
Who drink "skn' as they it around,
which they filled spring bubbling from the ground
Far back in the hills where the giant pines grow.
And hide south winds their treasures
Not needing the hazard OF against
He draws from trusty gun,
nut his mo
Who instead their bows
And bullets whizzng, like bees through the air,
In a leans toward the bloodthirsty pair
But finished two 'Inj uns' lie
And the riders ahalf splinered bone
Disregarding the fracture up HILL
And from bottle he drinks at his will
Then the horses and has his pack
Again moving the cayuses back.
The trail he his feet.
But the with gimmerng heat,
while pain streaming up his head,
Fills his despair a sickcling dread.
1t is himself that he trembes with fear,
But pouch be lost S
To urge the ponies. least hold them
the Indian camp. they'll double their
pevent such sequel he ties them in
belt for his which waist
And summonng all of his ebbing strength
Determines uterruos length.
With incessant efforts and unbendng
He INC
Until from exhaustion he falls ground
catch from the earth sound
rythnetc iroHshod feet
Which tells, by its that is sweet
scouts the station. because he is late
coming or learn OF his Fate
& Scarce able to answer the they ask
dusty old flask
Which revives him partly explain
The conflict he had on the plain