"Quad's odds"; . collections of the silent, speechless dead who camehere and hewed out the whispering wilderness and erectedthat cabin? Do you have these spells often ? he inquired in aharsh, cruel tone. I pointed to his one-horse wagon, but he wouldnt wept some more. Havent any navy plug about you?he inquired, as I looked through my tearsat the precious logs. Wretch! go away—go hence and afar!If your heart cannot throb and your soulyearn, go away and let me feel myfeelings! Ill be hanged if I do ! he replied as he sat down. Ibelieve Id better keep an eye on you! I walked around that sacr
"Quad's odds"; . collections of the silent, speechless dead who camehere and hewed out the whispering wilderness and erectedthat cabin? Do you have these spells often ? he inquired in aharsh, cruel tone. I pointed to his one-horse wagon, but he wouldnt wept some more. Havent any navy plug about you?he inquired, as I looked through my tearsat the precious logs. Wretch! go away—go hence and afar!If your heart cannot throb and your soulyearn, go away and let me feel myfeelings! Ill be hanged if I do ! he replied as he sat down. Ibelieve Id better keep an eye on you! I walked around that sacred house, and that monster satthere and whistled : Shoo, Fly! I peered in at thedoor—at the smoke-stained rafters and the crumbling logs,and he sang: If ever I cease to love ! I sat down and was listening to the sad whispers of thesoft wind when another man came down to the was leading was not a was not a was not a cow. The boys got into a fight over the 194 A VAIN CALL FROM MEMORY. The red-headed man sang: Ten Thousand MilesAway. The beast hung back and went away from there, but even as Iwalked slowly away, fond memory calling out to me not to leaveher, the red-head-ed man tore apole off the roofj of that sacred oldstructure, and Iheard him yell
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