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[This worship of Horse]




  ― iv ―
This worship of Horse
Is a sin and a curse,
So we hear in our parson's talk;
But we're steering straight
For the Golden Gate,
And we may as well ride as walk.
Shall our friendship break
O'er the way we take
Since neither will follow it back?
Let him hump his load
Down the two-chain road—
I'm going the
Bridle
Track!

W. H. OGILVIE.
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