Yermah, the Dorado, was refreshed and invigorated by his early morning ride. It had been a voluntary gallop, and it would have been hard to say which found the keenest enjoyment in it; he, his horse Cibolo, or Oghi the ocelot, which ran beside them in long, slow leaps, covering much ground yet always alighting noiselessly and as softly as a cat.
It was a beautiful morning, one that would correspond to the first of June now—but this was in the long ago, when days and months were reckoned differently.
The tall grass and wild oats left ample proof of close proximity along the roadside by the fragments secreted in the clothing of Yermah and in the trappings of Cibolo. Oghi, too, could have been convicted on the evidence his formidable toes presented. Added to this was the indescribable scent of dew, of the first hours of day and the springtime of nature.
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It was a beautiful morning, one that would correspond to the first of June now—but this was in the long ago, when days and months were reckoned differently.
The tall grass and wild oats left ample proof of close proximity along the roadside by the fragments secreted in the clothing of Yermah and in the trappings of Cibolo. Oghi, too, could have been convicted on the evidence his formidable toes presented. Added to this was the indescribable scent of dew, of the first hours of day and the springtime of nature.
Yermah the Dorado: The story of a lost race (1913)
Yermah, the Dorado, was refreshed and invigorated by his early morning ride. It had been a voluntary gallop, and it would have been hard to say which found the keenest enjoyment in it; he, his horse Cibolo, or Oghi the ocelot, which ran beside them in long, slow leaps, covering much ground yet always alighting noiselessly and as softly as a cat.
It was a beautiful morning, one that would correspond to the first of June now—but this was in the long ago, when days and months were reckoned differently.
The tall grass and wild oats left ample proof of close proximity along the roadside by the fragments secreted in the clothing of Yermah and in the trappings of Cibolo. Oghi, too, could have been convicted on the evidence his formidable toes presented. Added to this was the indescribable scent of dew, of the first hours of day and the springtime of nature.
It was a beautiful morning, one that would correspond to the first of June now—but this was in the long ago, when days and months were reckoned differently.
The tall grass and wild oats left ample proof of close proximity along the roadside by the fragments secreted in the clothing of Yermah and in the trappings of Cibolo. Oghi, too, could have been convicted on the evidence his formidable toes presented. Added to this was the indescribable scent of dew, of the first hours of day and the springtime of nature.
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Yermah the Dorado: The story of a lost race (1913)
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| BN ID: | 2940186346876 |
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| Publisher: | V F Editions |
| Publication date: | 06/30/2022 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 469 KB |
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