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off tears like a woman. It's a great grief that can 

 wring great drops of tears from the ejes of a stout- 

 liearted man, when he thinks of the things he's passed 

 through on the trail of life. 



" I paddled quietly to our landin'-place, and 

 stepped ashore, The old man rose up, and walked 

 slowly and sorrowfully to the shantee, and laid down 

 on the green boughs, and turned his face away, and 

 sobbed like a child. Like a child, too, he sobbed him- 

 self to sleep, and lay quietly till daylight. He rose 

 up a sad man that morning. The cloud at length 

 passed away from his spirit, but we never spoke again 

 about the massacre of his kindred, or the vengeance 

 he took upon their murderers." 



