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That when Nimrod came to his death-bed he sent his rel- 

 atives word, 



And said to his sons and his people ere his spirit obtained 

 release, 



"You follow the trails I taught you and your ways will 

 bring you peace." 



Wherefore — as now and to-morrow — when the souls of 



men were sick. 

 When wives were fickle or fretful or the bills were falling 



thick, 

 When the youth v/as minded to marry and the maiden 



withheld consent, 

 Heeding the words of Nimrod, they packed their spears 



and went — 



Went to the scented mornings, to the nights of the satin 



moon 

 That can lap the heart in solace, that can settle the soul in 



tune; 

 So they continued the remedy Nimrod of old began — 

 The healing hand of the jungle on the fevered brow of 



man. 



Then — as now and to-morrow — mended and sound and 



sane. 

 Flushed by the noonday sunshine, freshed by the twilight 



rain. 

 Trailing their trophies behind them, armed with the 



strength of ten. 

 Back they came from the jungle ready to start again. 



