And Bob caught up the slack.
"Oh, glory be to me," laughs he.
"We hit the glory trail.
No human man as I have read
Darst loop a ragin' lion's head,
Nor ever hawse could drag one dead
Until we told the tale."
'Way high up the Mogollons
That top-hawse done his best,
Through whippin' brush and rattlin' stones,