Ranch Life and the Hunting-trailCentury Company, 1888 - 186 ˹éÒ |
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˹éÒ 150 - NEVER stoops the soaring vulture On his quarry in the desert, On the sick or wounded bison, But another vulture, watching From his high aerial look-out, Sees the downward plunge, and follows ; And a third pursues the second, Coming from the invisible ether, First a speck, and then a vulture, Till the air is dark with pinions.
˹éÒ 59 - Black care rarely sits behind a rider whose pace is fast enough,
˹éÒ 55 - A cowboy will not submit tamely to an insult, and is ever ready to avenge his own wrongs ; nor has he an overwrought fear of shedding blood. He possesses, in fact, few of the emasculated, milk-and-water moralities admired by the pseudo-philanthropists ; but he does possess, to a very high degree, the stern, manly qualities that are invaluable to a nation.
˹éÒ 38 - Grey, rain-blear'd statues, overpeer The sunny Waste. They see the Ferry On the broad, clay-laden Lone Chorasmian stream: thereon With snort and strain, Two...
˹éÒ 117 - Not see? because of night perhaps? why, day Came back again for that! before it left, The dying sunset kindled through a cleft: The hills, like giants at a hunting, lay, Chin upon hand, to see the game at bay, "Now stab and end the creature to the heft!
˹éÒ 10 - They are much better fellows and pleasanter companions than small farmers or agricultural laborers ; nor are the mechanics and workmen of a great city to be mentioned in the same breath.
˹éÒ 22 - HUNTING-TRAIL sooner or later there comes a winter which means ruin to the ranches that have too many cattle on them ; and in our country, which is even now getting crowded, it is merely a question of time as to when a winter will come that will understock the ranges by the summary process of killing off about half of all the cattle throughout the North-west...
˹éÒ 38 - His wheel'd house at noon. He tethers his beast down, and makes his meal — Mares' milk, and bread Baked on the embers ; — all around The boundless, waving grass-plains stretch, thick-starr'd With saffron and the yellow hollyhock And flag-leaved iris-flowers.