XXXIII.

Like a bufferler overtook by the wolves, An' pull'd tew the ground by the scuddin' pack. The herd rush'd oh with a din an' crash, Dim es a shadder, vast an' black; Couldn't tell ef a hide wus black or white, But from the dim surges a-roarin' by Bust long red flashes--the flamin' light From some old steer's furious an' scareful eye.