Drouillard Poems - Poems about Drouillard

..." Damn you, let go my gun! " The morning hasn't even yawned yet and a terrible tussle is in my sight, Drouillard is wrestling his rifle from the hands of this Indian thief and the Field brothers ......

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...Damn it! Crouching low on the ridge with Joseph and Rubin we see that twenty horses or more are grazing with a group of Indians in the valley, through the telescope two things are clear the India......

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...Our fortified camp is well out of range of arrow, or gun shot, except the rear flank, of course the Shoshone are reputed to be deficient in firearms but are expert in hand weapons and guerilla tact......

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...Four days have been spent going about like goats following curves and ravines, climbing cliffs and being tortured by prickly pears the cactuses from hell that I'm certain are alive and plotting to ......

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...As we wait for Cruzzatte to anchor the boats and bring along the men with pull sleds for the carcasses a teenage Indian boy on a brown pony painted with winged eyes prances in and out of our slain......

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...The rivers are racing with a glee of free morning stampede today carrying the currency of silted centuries and the cool silk of the wind's summer saga, within my heart I feel the rambunctious rush ......

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