KIT CARSON’S RIDE.
UN? Now you bet you; I rather guess so.
But he’s blind as a badger. Whoa, Paché boy, whoa!
No, you wouldn’t think so to look at his eyes,
But he is badger blind, and it happened this wise;—
We lay low in the grass on the broad plain levels,
Old Revels and I, and my stolen brown bride.
“Forty full miles if a foot to ride,
Forty full miles if a foot and the devils