“Oh, glory be to me,” laughs he.

“We’ve 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,

From canyon-floor to crest.