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Such things were done as could now be done,
For aid and comfort to every one:
An inventory of food-supplies,
Was taken under the Captain's eyes;
And rations issued in proper form
To all our prisoners of the storm.
Those who were feeble were given the best,
Of that which our interned train possessed;
And all were cozy as could be planned
In frigid deserts with snow for sand,
And simooms sweeping above:—for still
The storm was working its wretched will.
For aid and comfort to every one:
An inventory of food-supplies,
Was taken under the Captain's eyes;
And rations issued in proper form
To all our prisoners of the storm.
Those who were feeble were given the best,
Of that which our interned train possessed;
And all were cozy as could be planned
In frigid deserts with snow for sand,
And simooms sweeping above:—for still
The storm was working its wretched will.
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