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N ■j ty  thirst in  a present pain  and hunger a  coming  dread,
                             Water is  dear  as  gold,  as  the  heat grows  fierce  apace;
                          Theft is  a  common  deed  for  the  price  of a  hit  of broad,
                             And  ;>nisor_ has  played  its  p.v.t to  sully the  morning's  face,

                          Tb.2  ho'-rs  reel  on,  r.nd tease  as  a bow-cord  drawn  full  taut
                             Zs  th?f  thought  of the  iSoomers  ah;  a  sight  t :in t is touched with awe:
                          A   huddle  of men  and  horse  to the frenzy  pitch  upwronght,

                             A,  we! ter  of human-kind in  the  viewless  grip  c( the  Law.

                          t.'-  !  women  are  in  the  press,  by scores they  are yonder  come
                             To  fad  a  footing  in  front— ah,  how can they  gain  a place?
                          Nay.  softly,  even  here  in the  rabble  are  harbored some
                             Who  think  of their  mothers,  wives,  who  remember  a  fairer  face.

                          For the black  mass yawns  to  let these weak  ones  into  the  line,
                             While  as  many  men  fall  hack  ;  dis  knighthood  nameless  and  great,
                          Sines  it  mean.'  goodbye  to  a  claim— yea,  the  end  of a  dream  divine,
                             To  be  Ard  of the  land,  and free  fbr  to  follow  a  larger  fate,.


                          TTi.-jh  noon  with  a fusilade  of guns  and  a  deep,  hoarse  roar,
                             With  a panting  of short,  sharp  breaths  in  the  mad  desire  to  win,
                          Over the  rrsysUc  mark  the  seething thousands  poi::\
                             A s the zenith sun  glares  down  on  the  rush  and  the:  demon's  din.

                          God !  "vhat  a  race ;  all  life  merged in  the arrowy flight ;
                             Trample the  brother  down,  murder,  if need be  so,
                          Ride like  the wind  and  reach the  Promised  Land  ere  night,
                             The  Strip  h  open,  is  ours,  to  build  on,  harrow  and sow.

                          There  comes  a horror  of flame,  for look,  the  grass  is  afire!
                             On,  or  it  licks  our  feet,  on,  or  it  chokes  our  breath  !
                           Svdfi  1hrough  the cacti..1?  fly,  swift,  for it  kindles  higher;

                              H om e  and  love  and  life-  or  the  ru:ll  of an  awtui  death.

                           So,  spent and bruised and scorched, down  trails thick -strewn with hopes
                             A  wreck,  did  the  Boomers  race to the  place they  would  attain;
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