In Californian mountains

A hunter bold was he: Keen his eye and sure his aim As any you should see.

A little Indian boy

Followed him everywhere, Eager to share the hunter's joy, The hunter's meal to share.

And when the bird or deer
Fell by the hunter's skill,
The boy was always near

To help with right good will.

One day as through the cleft

Between two mountains steep,

Shut in both right and left,

Their questing way they keep,

They see two grizzly bears

With hunger fierce and fell

Rush at them unawares

Right down the narrow dell.

The boy turned round with screams,
And ran with terror wild;
One of the pair of savage beasts

Pursued the shrieking child.

The hunter raised his gun,

He knew one charge was all,

But sure that rifle's aim,
Swift choice of generous part,
Showed in its passing gleam

The depths of a brave heart.

XI

SUCCESS

ONE thing is forever good;

That one thing is Success,
Dear to the Eumenides,

And to all the heavenly brood.

Who bides at home, nor looks abroad,

Carries the eagles and masters the sword.