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"It sniffed and ran from the ptarmigan I had poisoned to excess; Unharmed it sped from my wrathful lead ('twas as if I shot by guess); Yet it came by night in the stark moonlight to mock at my weariness. IT SNIFFED AND RAN FROM THE PTARMIGAN I HAD POISONED TO EXCESS UNHARMED IT SPED FROM MY WRATHFUL LEAD TWAS AS IF I SHOT BY GUESS YET IT CAME BY NIGHT IN THE STARK MOONLIGHT TO MOCK AT MY WEARINESS
heir dark, sin-calcined pits were his sombre eyes aglow; They knew him far for the fitful man who spat forth blood on the snow. "Did ever you see such a skin?" quoth he; "there's nought in the world so fine-- Such fullness of fur as black as the night, such lustre, such size, such shine; It's life to a one-lunged man like me; it's London, it's women, it's wine. "The Moose-hides called it the devil-fox, and swore that no man could kill; That he who hunted it, soon or late, must surely suffer some ill; But I laughed at them and their old squaw-tales. Ha! Ha! I'm laughing still. "For look ye, the skin--it's as smooth as sin, and black as the core of the Pit. By gun or by trap, whatever the hap, I swore I would capture it; By star and by star afield and afar, I hunted and would not quit. "For the devil-fox, it was swift and sly, and it seemed to fleer at me; I would wake in fright by the camp-fire light, hearing its evil glee; Into my dream its eyes would gleam, and its shadow would I see. OAM WHEN THE BROWN SPRING FRESHETS FLOW DEEP IN THEIR DARK SIN CALCINED PITS WERE HIS SOMBRE EYES AGLOW THEY KNEW HIM FAR FOR THE FITFUL MAN WHO SPAT FORTH BLOOD ON THE SNOW DID YOU EVER SEE SUCH A SKIN QUOTH HE THERE'S NOUGHT IN THE WORLD SO FINE SUCH FULLNESS OF FUR AS BLACK AS THE NIGHT SUCH LUSTRE SUCH SIZE SUCH SHINE IT'S LIFE TO A ONE LUNGED MAN LIKE ME IT'S LONDON IT'S WOMEN IT'S WINE THE MOOSE HIDES CALLED IT THE DEVIL FOX AND SWORE THAT NO MAN COULD KILL THAT HE WHO HUNTED IT SOON OR LATE MUST SURELY SUFFER SOME ILL BUT I LAUGHED AT THEM AND THEIR OLD SQUAW TAILS HA HA I'M LAUGHING STILL FOR LOOK YE THE SKIN IT'S AS SMOOTH AS SIN AND BLACK AS THE CORE OF THE PIT BY GUN OR BY TRAP WHATEVER THE HAP I SWORE I WOULD CAPTURE IT BY STAR AND BY STAR AFIELD AND AFAR I HUNTED AND WOULD NOT QUIT FOR THE DEVIL FOX IT WAS SWIFT AND SLY AND IT SEEMED TO FLEER AT ME I WOULD WAKEN FRIGHT BY THE CAMP FIRELIGHT HEARING ITS EVIL GLEE INTO MY DREAM ITS EYES WOULD GLEAM AND ITS SHADOW WOULD I SEE
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