A Cowboy Race

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A Cowboy Race

A pattering rush like the rattle of hail

When the storm king’s wild coursers are out on the trail,

A long roll of hoofs⁠—and the earth is a drum!

The centaurs! See! Over the prairies they come!

A rollicking, clattering, battering beat;

A rhythmical thunder of galloping feet;

A swift-swirling dust-cloud⁠—a mad hurricane

Of swarthy, grim faces and tossing, black mane;

Hurrah! in the face of the steeds of the sun

The gauntlet is flung and the race is begun!