PHANTOMS OF THE PAINTED DESERT.
They never paused upon their way, 'Those phantom riders of the air, Whose eagle feathers seemed to swav, And gaudy weapons shot a flare. Of colours none had ever seen This side of fabled dream. They made No sound, but, cloud-like, passed between Ale and the sun they caused to fade. Their journey was no small event: Bronze faces, as they dimly shone Above the trail, were gravely bent Upon some vision of their own; Perhaps that land of mystery Towards which all travel unaware . . . Strange that no other eye could see Those silent warriors moving there! But through a veil of shifting lights That stained each cloud, I saw them go; Their ponies climbing misty heights By paths forbidden us to know. ■ —-Virginia Spates, in Westward.
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Otago Witness, Issue 4048, 13 October 1931, Page 66
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