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230 'Tis not a time for nice suggestion, And Benjamin, without a question, Taking her for some way worn rover, [31] Said, "Mount, and get you under cover!" TIS NOT A TIME FOR NICE SUGGESTION AND BENJAMIN WITHOUT A QUESTION TAKING HER FOR SOME WAY WORN ROVER SAID MOUNT AND GET YOU UNDER COVER
n the dying strain, A rending o'er his head begins the fray again. Meanwhile, uncertain what to do, 205 And oftentimes compelled to halt, The horses cautiously pursue Their way, without mishap or fault; And now have reached that pile of stones, Heaped over brave King Dunmail's bones; 210 He who had once supreme command, Last king of rocky Cumberland; His bones, and those of all his Power, Slain here in a disastrous hour! When, passing through this narrow strait, 215 Stony, and dark, and desolate, Benjamin can faintly hear A voice that comes from some one near, A female voice:--"Whoe'er you be, Stop," it exclaimed, "and pity me!" 220 And, less in pity than in wonder, Amid the darkness and the thunder, The Waggoner, with prompt command, Summons his horses to a stand. While, with increasing agitation, 225 The Woman urged her supplication, In rueful words, with sobs between-- The voice of tears that fell unseen; [30] There came a flash--a startling glare, And all Seat-Sandal was laid bare! MOTIONS LONG AND SLOW THAT TO A DREARY DISTANCE GO TILL BREAKING IN UPON THE DYING STRAIN OR RENDERING O'ER HIS HEAD BEGINS THE FRAY AGAIN MEANWHILE UNCERTAIN WHAT TO DO AND OFTENTIMES COMPELLED TO HALT THE HORSES CAUTIOUSLY PURSUE THEIR WAY WITHOUT MISHAP OR FAULT AND NOW HAVE REACHED THAT PILE OF STONES HEAPED OVER BRAVE KING DONAL'S BONES HE WHO HAD ONCE SUPREME COMMAND LAST KING OF ROCKY CUMBERLAND HIS BONES AND THOSE OF ALL HIS POWER SLAIN HERE IN A DISASTROUS HOUR WHEN PASSING THROUGH THIS NARROW STRAIT STONY AND DARK AND DESOLATE BENJAMIN CAN FAINTLY HEAR A VOICE THAT COMES FROM SOMEONE NEAR A FEMALE VOICE WHOE'ER YOU BE STOP IT EXCLAIMED AND PITY ME AND LESS IN PITY THAN IN WONDER AMID THE DARKNESS AND THE THUNDER THE WAGGONER WITH PROMPT COMMAND SUMMONS HIS HORSES TO A STAND WHILE WITH INCREASING AGITATION THE WOMAN URGED HER SUPPLICATION IN RUEFUL WORDS WITH SOBS BETWEEN THE VOICE OF TEARS THAT FELL UNSEEN THERE CAME A FLASH A STARTLING GLARE AND ALL SEAT SANDAL WAS LAID BARE
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