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“That was a sudden death, 'twill be allowed,”
Said a half-Yankeed Scotchman in the crowd:
“We never know what paths may help or kill;
Death has a-many ways to work his will.
It is his daily study and his care,
To utilize earth, water, fire, and air,
Seduce them from their master man's employ,
And make the traitors murder and destroy.
Men call this “accident.” Of one I know,
That came about not very long ago,
Where I once lived, three thousand miles away;
I read it in my paper, yesterday.”
Then, with a strong voice that came not amiss,
He told the story, something like to this:
Said a half-Yankeed Scotchman in the crowd:
“We never know what paths may help or kill;
Death has a-many ways to work his will.
It is his daily study and his care,
To utilize earth, water, fire, and air,
Seduce them from their master man's employ,
And make the traitors murder and destroy.
Men call this “accident.” Of one I know,
That came about not very long ago,
Where I once lived, three thousand miles away;
I read it in my paper, yesterday.”
Then, with a strong voice that came not amiss,
He told the story, something like to this:
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