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2507	Harte, Bret	Complete Poetical Works			.txt	text/plain	57191	5709	97	Spake in the old man's strong right hand, And then, for an old man like me, it's not exactly right, "I know him not," said the aged man, By the old church to-day,--think of him and his band Till an eye like a bayonet flash met mine, With peace they know not, till at close of day Said one, "He will come like Manitou, Lost like the day of Job's awful curse, For the sun in his eyes (jest like this, sir!), you see, kinder made Alone in the cabin up 'yer--till she grew like a ghost, all white. And she looked me right in the eye--I'd seen suthin' like it before "We are going to-day," she said, "and I thought I would say good-by Smiling to hear an old fellow like me talk Till flashing leaped the torch of Day from last night's old camp-fire! Like papa, and some men that I know,	./cache/2507.txt	./txt/2507.txt