THE WHITE CHARGER S STORY. 47 



But come, you wild young creature ; come, stand beneath 



the shade, 

 And hear the charger's story, within yon rustic glade. 

 Come, rest your limbs beneath you, and hear me while I 



tell 

 The tale of the Indian Frontier, where the dark-faced 



warriors dwell. 



My master, you know, was Colonel, commanding a frontier 



force ; 

 His men could fight like devils, they called them the Devil's 



Horse ; 

 And him, their gallant leader, they loved him to a man, 

 And swore they'd ride to glory when he rode in the van. 



Well, once the tribes were rising, the dark -faced warriors 



came 

 Down from the mountain gorges, those men of fighting 



fame ; 

 They swarmed about the hillside, they swarmed about the 



vale, 

 Those dark-faced Indian warriors, so swarthy and - so 



hale. 



At night we camped below them, beside the lonely stream — 

 You saw in the gathering darkness the watch-fire's ruddy 

 gleam ; 



