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UNCLE NED'S TALES.
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That had fought to death beneath it,—it was heavy with their gore.
The foreign dog! I see him as he holds the standard down,
And makes his charger trample on its colors and its crown!
But his life soon paid the forfeit: with a cry of rage and pain,
Hilton dashes from the escort, like a tiger from his chain.
Nought he sees but that insulter; and he strikes his frightened horse
With his clenched hand, and spurs him, with a bitter-spoken curse.
Straight as bullet from a rifle—but, great Lord! he has not seen.
In his angry thirst for vengeance, the black gulf that lies between!
AH our warning shouts unheeded, starkly on he headlong rides.
And lifts his horse, with bloody spurs deep buried in his sides.