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* * * * * They're taking me out with an escort about, and under a sergeant's care; I am humbled indeed, for I'm 'cuffed to a Swede that thinks he's a millionaire. But it's all Gospel true what I'm telling to you   up there where the Shadow falls   That I settled Sam Noot when he started to shoot electricity into my walls. THEY'RE TAKING ME OUT WITH AN ESCORT ABOUT AND UNDER A SERGEANT'S CARE I AM HUMBLED INDEED FOR I'M CUFFED TO A SWEDE THAT THINKS HE'S A MILLIONAIRE BUT IT'S ALL GOSPEL TRUE WHAT I'M TELLING YOU UP THERE WHERE THE SHADOW FALLS THAT I SETTLED SAM NEWT WHEN HE STARTED TO SHOOT ELECTRICITY INTO MY WALLS
 with the Book. I was weak--oh, so weak--but I thrilled at its shriek, as wildly it fled in the night; And deathlike I lay till the dawn of the day. (Was ever so welcome the light?) I loaded my gun at the rise of the sun; to his cabin so softly I slunk. My neighbor was there in the frost-freighted air, all wrapped in a robe in his bunk. It muffled his moans; it outlined his bones, as feebly he twisted about; His gums were so black, and his lips seemed to crack, and his teeth all were loosening out. 'Twas a death's head that peered through the tangle of beard; 'twas a face I will never forget; Sunk eyes full of woe, and they troubled me so with their pleadings and anguish, and yet As I rested my gaze in a misty amaze on the scurvy-degenerate wreck, I thought of the Things with the dragon-fly wings, then laid I my gun on his neck. He gave out a cry that was faint as a sigh, like a perishing malamute, And he says unto me, "I'm converted," says he; "for Christ's sake, Peter, don't shoot!"  MAW THE FONT OF THE LAW I FENDED IT OFF WITH THE BOOK I WAS WEAK OH SO WEAK BUT I THRILLED AT ITS SHRIEK AS WILDLY IT FLED IN THE NIGHT AND DEATHLIKE I LAY TILL THE DAWN OF THE DAY WAS EVER SO WELCOME THE LIGHT I LOADED MY GUN AT THE RISE OF THE SUN TO HIS CABIN SO SOFTLY I SLUNK MY NEIGHBOR WAS THERE IN THE FROST FREIGHTED AIR ALL WRAPPED IN A ROBE IN HIS BUNK IT MUFFLED HIS MOANS IT OUTLINED HIS BO BONES AS FEEBLY HE TWISTED ABOUT HIS GUMS WERE SO BLACK AND HIS LIPS SEEMED TO CRACK AND HIS TEETH ALL WERE LOOSENING OUT TWAS A DEATH'S HEAD THAT PEERED THROUGH THE TANGLE OF BEARD TWAS A FACE I WILL NEVER FORGET SUNK EYES FULL OF WOE AND THEY TROUBLED ME SO WITH THEIR PLEADINGS AND ANGUISH AND YET AS I RESTED MY GAZE IN A MISTY AMAZE ON THE SCURVY DEGENERATE WRECK I THOUGHT OF THE THINGS WITH THE DRAGON FLY WINGS THEN I LAID MY GUN ON HIS NECK HE GAVE OUT A CRY THAT WAS FAINT AS A SIGH LIKE A PERISHING MALAMUTE AND HE SAYS UNTO ME I'M CONVERTED SAYS HE FOR CHRIST'S SAKE PETER DON'T SHOOT
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