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