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WOODMYTH & FABLE Sv/ 



the Flying Dutchman; he still will sail 

 under great billowy clouds of canvas, till 

 the last trump blows and the Kraken 

 lashes all the sea to foam, and, belly up- 

 ward, floats to show the end has come. 

 No, no ! Still he roams and bounds 

 from hill to hill, as I have seen and yet 

 may see again — yea, even now do see in 

 fancy's eye along my ghstening rifle-bar- 

 rel. Again I see that glorious head against 

 the sky, as often I did — more often in 

 early days than now, for he appears most 

 often to the tyro in the woods — see him 

 give one great bound when cracks the 

 ready rifle, and know from the miraculous 

 way in which the unerring ball was turned 

 aside that this was mdeed the Mighty 

 Stag again, the Spirit of the Race, and 

 that no bullet cast of lead can ever graze 

 his hide — and again he fades away. 



