A Texas war Rhyme.On this occasion I recognized these troops as they passed along the road in the dead of night by hearing one of them repeat the Texan version of a passage of Scripture with which I was familiar— I mean with the Texan version. You will readily recall the original text when I repeat the Texan rendition of it that fell upon my ear as I lay in the woods by the roadside that dark night. That version was as follows:
The race is not to them that's got
The longest legs to run,
Nor the battle to that people
That shoots the biggest gun.