Pit where the buffalo cooled his hide, By the hot sun emptied, and blistered and dried; Log in the plume-grass, hidden and lone; And where the earth-rat's mounds are strown; Cave in the bank where the sly stream steals; Aloe that stabs at the belly and heels, Jump if you dare on a steed untried Safer it is to go wide-go wide! Hark, from in front where the best men ride; "Pull to the off, boys! Wide! Go wide!"
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