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They buried Kelsey of Kentucky--fe hi place of the Snake They broke out the top

board of another tail gate, and with a hot iron burned in one more

record of the road: "Rob't Kelsey, Ky Drowned Sept 7, 1848 A Brave Man"

The sand long ago cut out the lettering, and long ago the ford passed to

a ferry But there lay, for a long time known, Kelsey of Kentucky, a

brave man, who kept his promise and did not rue back, but who never saw

either California or Oregon

"Catch up the stock, ate dully, after a time

"Let's leave this place"

Loads were repacked, broken gear adjusted Inside the hour the silent

gray wagon train held on, leaving the waters to give shriving The voice

of the river rose and fellairs

"I knowed hit!" said old Ji oft' his Indian dirge "I knowed all along the Snake'd take

somebody--she does every time This mornin' I seed two ravens that flew

acrost the trail ahead Yesterday I seed a rabbit settin' squar' in the

trail I thought hit was er an' a better ate, "what for kind of a

country have you brought us woone Tell on?"