The Chap-book; semi-monthly . tever ye think 11 help ye, that ye shall hev,father, declared Silas, **ef I hev to crawl on hands anknees all day an all night fur it ! Meanwhile, in the heart of the bushy thicket, on thespotted heap of leaves and moss, lay the little fawn,waiting for its mother. It was trembling now withhunger and chill. But its instinct kept it silent all daylong. The afternoon light died out. Twilight broughta bitter chill to the depths of the thicket. When nightcame, hunger, cold, and fear at last overcame the littleones muteness. From time to time it gave a plaintivecry, the
The Chap-book; semi-monthly . tever ye think 11 help ye, that ye shall hev,father, declared Silas, **ef I hev to crawl on hands anknees all day an all night fur it ! Meanwhile, in the heart of the bushy thicket, on thespotted heap of leaves and moss, lay the little fawn,waiting for its mother. It was trembling now withhunger and chill. But its instinct kept it silent all daylong. The afternoon light died out. Twilight broughta bitter chill to the depths of the thicket. When nightcame, hunger, cold, and fear at last overcame the littleones muteness. From time to time it gave a plaintivecry, then waited, and listened for its mothers cry was feeble, but there were keen ears in the for-est to catch it. There came a stealthy crackling in thebushes, and the fawn struggled to its feet with a little cryof glad expectation. Two green eyes, close to theground, floated near. There was a pounce, a scuffle —and then the soft, fierce, whispering sound of a wildcatsatisfying itself with blood. Charles G. D. A BUCCANEER CHORUS >HEY say the Devil has fled from Hell To sail on the Spanish Main ;—By the yoke of the Spell—the Folk say well When they say that the Devil has fled from hell. From out the Sea-Born Sunset is cast a a Yo, and a Ho, from a Band of Four-score Men,—The Gates of Hell yawn redly upon theWorlds grey hinge,And we sail to the Postern to see the a Yo, and a Ho, from a band of Four-score Men. The Sea moans Dead Mens Dirges, Shapesmuster Soul on Soul,With a Yo, and a Ho, from a Band of Four-score Men,— There creeps a Cloud before us, an ashenaureole—The Beast of Hell has littered, and Morganis her foal! With a Yo, and a Ho, from a Band of Four-score Men. I06 A BUCCANEER CHORUS And Life is but a Tavern,so let us stay and Sup,With a Yo, and a Ho, from a Band of Four-score Men,—And Death is in the Taproom and Hell is inthe Cup,And Deaths a Merry Gentleman, so drinkthe potion up ;With a Yo, and a Ho,
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