PHIL BLOOD'S LEAP
A Tale of the Gold Seekers.
There's some think Injins p'ison."—(It was
Parson Pete who spoke,
As we sat there, in the camp-fire glare, like
shadows among the smoke.
'Twas the dead of night, and in the light our
faces burned bright red,
And the wind all round made a screeching sound,
and the pines roared overhead.