And a brother, praying sadly for some good Samaritan:
So we bound his wounds and fed him—each one from his little store
Taking what his pitying heart would fain have made a great deal more.
Hour by hour we marched in silence, throwing out in our advance
Daring souls with dauntless hearts, who laughed at lasso, ball and lance,
And, as, riding like the wind, one dashed along our serried files,
Twice a thousand lips breathed welcome, twice a thousand eyes looked smiles;
But at last the tidings reached us that our foes had made a stand
Between us and our gallant friends, near the yellow Rio Grande.
On we went with bounding hearts till the prairie lay behind.