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| A Lost Hero | [Frontispiece] |
| The Express from Columbia | [11] |
| The Enterprise of the Summerville Merchant | [12] |
| In the Group at the Station stood a white Boy | [13] |
| The Boy tested the Halter, and patted the Horse | [15] |
| Stray Goats and Mules gazed expectantly | [17] |
| An old Negro came up | [19] |
| He plodded slowly up the Track | [21] |
| Snapped his Halter, and broke away | [23] |
| He got down on his Hands and Knees and crawled | [24] |
| Birds seemed to sing through the Air | [25] |
| Had the End of the World come? | [27] |
| They ran | [31] |
| The pauper Dog | [32] |
| They were only Cows | [33] |
| Run for 't! Run! | [37] |
| As they came abreast of the second little Station | [41] |
| I sole for Two Thousand Dollars onct | [43] |
| The ragged old Arm that felled it down | [45] |
| The little One climbed like a Monkey upon A Shelf | [47] |
| The old Man seized the Torpedoes | [48] |
| This comforted the Lad incredibly | [49] |
| "I stump ye!" | [53] |
| The strong, black Fist was clinched | [55] |
| He laid one Torpedo on each Rail | [57] |
| Papä! Papä! | [62] |
| A little huddling Figure | [63] |
| The locality where the Train stood was examined thoroughly | [67] |
| Had the curiosity to pick up the Rags | [72] |
| Finis | [74] |