THE FLIGHT OF THUNDERBOLT.
Quoth the robber, "strange demeanour
Wears this ranger Thunderbolt.
Very gallant, no mistake, sir,
Sooth he is a cunning colt.
Wears this ranger Thunderbolt.
Very gallant, no mistake, sir,
Sooth he is a cunning colt.
"Well I'd like to meet him broadly.
Then his head would get its due,
With an aim as true as steady,
And a bullet whizzing through."
Then his head would get its due,
With an aim as true as steady,
And a bullet whizzing through."
Then he drew his shining pistols;
Wiped them clean of dust and dew,
Looking personating vengeance
On the deed he smiled to do.
Wiped them clean of dust and dew,
Looking personating vengeance
On the deed he smiled to do.
And, retiring to his chamber,
Slept the sleep of righteous rest—
Rising with the red-bill, early,
To betake his journey west.
Slept the sleep of righteous rest—
Rising with the red-bill, early,
To betake his journey west.
"Prithee, stranger! quoth the squatter,
"I forgot to ask your name."
Quoth the robber "Do I wonder?
Or hast thou been aught to blame.
"I forgot to ask your name."
Quoth the robber "Do I wonder?
Or hast thou been aught to blame.
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