. The century illustrated monthly magazine . Bang ! anotherone. Bang-bang! and I bagged two. Well,it was nip and tuck with us, and I knew I spent the eleventh shot without convin-cing these people, the twelfth man would killme, sure. And so I never did feel so happy as I didwhen my ninth downed its man and I detectedthe wavering in the crowd which is premoni-tory of panic. An instant lost now couldknock out my last chance. But I did ntlose it. I raised both revolvers and pointedthem; the halted host stood their ground just about one good square moment, then brokeand fled. The day was min
. The century illustrated monthly magazine . Bang ! anotherone. Bang-bang! and I bagged two. Well,it was nip and tuck with us, and I knew I spent the eleventh shot without convin-cing these people, the twelfth man would killme, sure. And so I never did feel so happy as I didwhen my ninth downed its man and I detectedthe wavering in the crowd which is premoni-tory of panic. An instant lost now couldknock out my last chance. But I did ntlose it. I raised both revolvers and pointedthem; the halted host stood their ground just about one good square moment, then brokeand fled. The day was mine. Knight-errantry was adoomed institution. The march of civilizationwas begun. How did I feel ? Ah, you nevercould imagine it. And Brer Merlin ? His stock was flat , every time the magic of fol-de-roltried conclusions with the magic of science, themagic of fol-de-rol got left. [However, it is only fair to the late Merlin to saythat he got one more chance at the Yankee — andmade exceedingly good use of it, too.] Mark Twain,. A THANKSGIVING HYMN. FOR bud and for bloom and for balm-laden breeze,For the singing of birds from the hills to the seas,For the beauty of dawn and the brightness of noon,For the light in the night of the stars and the moon, We praise thee, gracious God. For the sun-ripened fruit and the billowy grain,For the orange and apple, the corn and the cane,For the bountiful harvests now gathered and stored,That by thee in the lap of the nations were poured, We praise thee, gracious God. For the blessing of friends, for the old and the new,For the hearts that are trusted and trusting and true,For the tones that we love, for the light of the eyeThat warms with a welcome and glooms with good-bye, We praise thee, gracious God. That the desolate poor may find shelter and bread,That the sick may be comforted, nourished, and fed,That the sorrow may cease of the sighing and sad,That the spirit bowed down may be lifted and glad, We pray thee, pitying Lord. Th
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