XXXII.

“And hangs upon their skirt with fierce annoy The mountain Guerrillero tiger-springing, The Chapelchurri burning to destroy, From heights around Bilbaö vengeance winging, The Chapelgorri with his musket ringing, A dearer Chacolin--the Frenchman’s blood-- Thirsting to pour, the rich libation flinging O’er crag and spray--their dainty flesh the food Of vulture screaming fierce, and kite, and raven’s brood.