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                             a  siK'iiiCiiL  lie  delayed,  when  h:s  brave  resolve  was  made.
                           Why,  my  man,"  his  com races  told  him  wheu  they  knew  his  daring
                                  plan,
                        ‘  V" o u  ar e  goi 1:g 1  si raight  to  death.'J   But;  be  an swered„  ;' Save  your
                                breath,10
                          I  may  fail  to  get  to  Crawford’s  but T'll  r!o  the  best  T  can.”


                        O'tir the  forest  rail  lie  sped,s and  his  thoughts  flow  on  ahead
                          To  the  little band  at  Crawford's,  thinking not  of danger  near,
                        "Ob,  God  help  ir.c  save,”  cried lie,  “ little  lies*! ”   And  fast  and  free
                          Trusty  Nell  bn re  oil  tlie hero  of the far-a way  frontier.


                        T,fnv  and  lower  sank  (lie  s:mrLl   IJc  drew rein  at  Rocky  Rur. ;
                          ;i Here7  these  men  met  death.  my  Nellie/'  and he stroked his shorse'
                                  mane:
                        “ So  -will they  we  go  to warn,  ere the breaking  of the  morn,
                          IF we  fail,  God  help  u v L JMellie I’J   Then he  gave  his  horse  the  rein.


                        Sharp  and  keen  a  rifle-shot woke the  echoes  of the  npot.17
                          ffOh,  my  Nellie,:JJ T  am  wounded,1’ cried  Venarez with  a  moan,
                        And  the  warm  blood  from  his  side  spurted  oi.it  in  a  red  tide,
                          And  he  trembled  in  the  saddle,  and  his  face  had  ashy grown,


                        " I   will  save them1  yet."  be  cried.   Bessie  Lee  shall  know  1  died
                           h otr  111.r sake.''   And  then  be  halted  in  the  shelter  of a  hill :
                        Vron;  his  buckskin  slilj't  he  took,  ■with.  weak  hands  a  little book ;
                          Ai:d  lie  tore  a blank  leaf  from  it.   “ This,” 1 said  lie,  “ shall  be  my
                                will."


                        From  a branch  a twig  he broke,  and  he  dipped  l;is pen  of oak
                           hi  the  red  blood  th;*t  was  dripping  from  the  wound  below the  heart.
                        “ Rouse,11  he  wrote,         too  late,   Red  Rhone's warriors lie in wait.
                           Good-by,  J5es;s 1   God  bless  you  always.”   Then  he  felt  tlie warm
                                  tears  start.
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