All alone, save only a horse long-limbed,

And blind and bare and burnt to the skin.

Then just as the terrible sea came in

And tumbled its thousands hot into the tide,

Till the tide blocked up and the swift stream brimmed

In eddies, we struck on the opposite side.

“Sell Paché—blind Paché? Now, mister! look here!

You have slept in my tent and partook of my cheer

Many days, many days, on this rugged frontier,”

For the ways they were rough and Comanches were near;