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Identifier: balladsofbivouac00welt (find matches)
Title: Ballads of the bivouac and the border
Year: 1896 (1890s)
Authors: Welty, Edwin Arthur, b. 1853 West, William W
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Publisher: Buffalo, The Peter Paul book company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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ound,While the heads and arms of warriors lay among the rocks around ; 16 THE TRAPPER AT BAY. Then I knew that the two trappers had the cave as a cache* used,And, to guard against all danger, had their buried powder fused, And as soon as my companions stepped upon the hidden vein,He had lit the fuse connecting, and had fired the deadly train. I had turned an abrupt angle, where the cave ran further back,When the trapper stood before me to dispute my onward track, He had dropped his heavy rifle, shattered at its silvered stock,And his face was torn and bleeding from the powders sudden shock, His beard was burnt and blackened, and his teeth were clenched and set,In his hand he held a bowie, and its blade with blood was wet, Looked I once upon his features, and my blood froze cold with fright,Then I headlong fled before him, and betook myself to flight, * Cache—a term used among the trappers and hunters of the far west, meaning aplace where furs, powder and other stores were concealed.
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■ pen THE TRAPPER AT BAY. 19 Rode I at my swiftest gallop toward the distant Cheyenne camp,And I never checked my charger till the grass with dew was damp. I have fought in thirty battles, neer at danger have I quailed,Till that morning with the trapper, when my courage truly failed; I have met your stoutest soldiers on the mountain, hill and plain,And within the leafy forest, I in ambuscade have lain, When the echoes of your volleys woke the woodland far and near,And the terror-stricken roe-buck from its covert fled in fear; When your solid, compact columns swept along an angry flood,And the cracking of our rifles marked their onward course with blood; When the blue line of your horsemen met the swarthy line of ours,And the thunder of your cannon shook the trembling ground for hours; At Chatugas field I battled, when the Creeks stern Jackson met,When the tomahawk and war-club clashed with sword and bayonet; 2o THE TRAPPER AT BAY. 111 was under fierce old Red-Knife at the crossing o

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