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Rh Shall we starve him out if we burn

Or bury his food-supply?

Slip through his lines and learn—

That is work for a spy!

(Drums)—Get to your business, spy!

"Does he feint or strike in force?

Will he charge or ambuscade?

What is it checks his course?

Is he beaten or only delayed?

How long will the lull endure?

Is he retreating? Why?

Crawl to his camp and make sure—

That is the work for a spy!

(Drums)—Fetch us our answer, spy!

"Ride with him girth to girth

Wherever the Pale Horse wheels

Wait on his councils, ear to earth,

And say what the dust reveals.

For the smoke of our torment rolls

Where the burning thousands lie;

What do we care for men's bodies or souls?

Bring us deliverance, spy!"

THE EXPLORER

1898

HERE'S no sense in going further—it's the edge of cultivation,"

So they said, and I believed it—broke my land and sowed my crop—

Built my barns and strung my fences in the little border station

Tucked away below the foothills where the trails run out and stop.