The men folded their hands over their breasts and their superb voices chanted:
“But de deeds of good we sow
Bofe in shade an’ shine will grow,
An’ will keep our hearts aglow,
While de days is gwine by.”
Dr. Sentelle listened and smiled. The music was complete.
He reflected that he had never heard Dr. Vinegar Atts sing so well.
The Untamed
By
Max Brand
A tale of the West, a story of the Wild; of three strange comrades,--Whistling Dan of the untamed soul, within whose mild eyes there lurks the baleful yellow glare of beast anger; of the mighty black stallion Satan, King of the Ranges, and the wolf devil dog, to whom their master’s word is the only law,--and of the Girl.
How Jim Silent, the "long-rider" and outlaw, declared feud with Dan, how of his right-hand men one strove for the Girl, one for the horse, and one to “‘get’ that black devil of a dog," and their desperate efforts to achieve their ends, form but part of the stirring action.
A tale of the West, yes--but a most unusual one, touched with an almost weird poetic fancy from the very first page, when over the sandy wastes sounds the clear sweet whistling of Pan of the desert, to the very last paragraph when the reader, too, hears the cry and the call of the wild geese flying south.