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from Some Mysterious Influence

I have seen hundreds of acres of mountain
timber on fire in my time, but this
was the first I ever saw a prairie burning.
The skulls of creatures lay scattered about,

mostly Indians and their horses.
The fire seemed ancient, and sly as a fox.
For the bones had not yet separated,
or yet begun to melt in the mellow earth.

I came upon a place, what is called
the Natural Bridge, and found it guarded
by a pack of very poisonous snakes.
They schooled me good in the dread of dying,

I nearly joined that numerous society.
But I am losing sight of my story.