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but ho sniHt'd in the daftness of his pride. His
unsettled host moYed on the hill ; like Ute moun-
tain cloud, when the blast has entered its womb,
and scatters the curlincj gloom on every side.
Thej brought Colmar to Teutha's bank, bouml
\^ith a thousand thongs. The chirf is sad, but
stately. His eye is on his friends: for we stood
in our amis, whilst Teutha's waters rolled be-
tween. D'ln^halmo came with his spear, and
pierced the hero's side : ■ he rolled on the bank in
his blood. We heard his broken sighs. Calthon
rushed into the strL-am : I bounded forward on
my spear. Teutlia's race fell before us. Night
came rolling down. DunHiahno rested on a rock,
amidst an aged wood. The rage of his bosom
burned against the car-borne Calthon. But Cal-
thon stood in his grief; he mourned the fallen
Colmar; Colmar sUiii in youth, before his fame
aro?G !
I bade the song of woe to ri^e, to sooth if.s
mournful chief ; but he stood beneath a tree, and
«ften threw his spear on the earth. The humid
rye of Colmal rolled near in a secret tear : she
foresaw the fall of Dunthalrao, or of Clutha's
warlike chief. Now half the night had passed
away. Silence and darkness were on the field.
Sleep rested on the eyes of the heroes : Calthon's
settling soul was still. His eyes were half closed ;
but the murmur of Teutha had not yet fail-
ed in his car. Pale, and shewing his wounds,
the ghost of Colmar came : he bent his head over
the hero, and raised his feeble voice !
" Sleeps the son of Rathmor in his night, and
" his brother low ? Did we not rise to the chase
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