The Pacing Mustang 



Up, up and on, above the sheerest cliff he dashed 

 then sprang away into the vacant air, down — 

 down — two hundred downward feet to fall, and 

 land upon the rocks below, a lifeless wreck — 

 but free. 



-^\n 



~--^fc=r-rarTCT r -'C 





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