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 The dun he leaned against the bit and slugged his

head above, But the red mare played with the snaffle-bars as a

lady plays with a glove. They have ridden the low moon out of the sky, their

hoofs drum up the dawn, .The dun he went like a wounded bull, but the mare

like a new-roused fawn. The dun he fell at a water-course in a woful heap

fell he, And Kamal has turned the red mare back, and

pulled the rider free. He has knocked the pistol out of his hand small

room was there to strive ' 'Twas only by favour of mine,' quoth he, 'ye rode

so long alive; There was not a rock for twenty mile, there was

not a clump of tree, But covered a man of my own men with his rifle

cocked on his knee.

If I had raised my bridle-hand, as I have held it low, The little jackals that flee so fast were feasting all

in a row; If I had bowed my head on my breast, as I have

held it high, The kite that whistles above us now were gorged

till she could not fly.' Lightly answered the Colonel's son : ' Do good to

bird and beast, But count who come for the broken meats before

thou makest a feast.

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