SOFTLY! See, far ahead, across our way.
Those silent forms pass swiftly out of sight.
So noiseless that the breezes seem affright.
Breathless a moment ere the leaves they sway.
In all their war-paint's glorious array,
With feathered head-dress nodding in the light.
They glide before us like a vision bright,
And as a vision swiftly are away.
But now and then among the vines and brush
A dusky form seems darting to and fro.
Was that a waving scalp-lock on the rush?
What is it stirs beside that bush, there, low?
Then lightning-like and thunder-loud, and, oh!—
The heart stands still—ah!—valley quail at flush.
—Charles Elmer Jenney
Western, Field. Western Field - Sportsmans Magazine of the West. San Francisco: Western Field, 1907.
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