THE SONG OF THREEFRIENDS IASHLEY'S HUNDREDWho now reads clear the roster of that band? Alas, Time scribbles with a careless hand And often pinchbeck doings from that pen Bite deep, where deeds and dooms of mighty men Are blotted out beneath a sordid scrawl 1One hundred strong they flocked to Ashley*s call That spring of eighteen hundred twenty-two; For tales of wealth, out-legending Peru, Came wind-blown from Missouri's distant springs, And that old sireny of unknown things Bewitched them, and they could not linger more. They heard the song the sea winds sang the shore When earth was flat, and black ships dared the SteepWhere bloomed the purple perils of the deep In dragon-haunted gardens. They were young.B ITable of Contents CONTENTS; PACE; Ashley's Hundred i; The Up-Stream Men 4; To the Musselshell 29; The Net Is Cast 39; The Quarrel 5°; The Shooting op the Cup 70; The Third Rider 88; Vengeance 108; xvAbout the Publisher Forgotten Books is a publisher of historical writings, such as: Philosophy, Classics, Science, Religion, History, Folklore and Mythology.Forgotten Books' Classic Reprint Series utilizes the latest technology to regenerate facsimiles of historically important writings. Careful attention has been made to accurately preserve the original format of each page whilst digitally enhancing the difficult to read text. Read books online for free at www.forgottenbooks.org