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| The stables were alive with din | [5] |
| An old man with a gaunt, burnt face | [16] |
| All sport, from bloody war to craps | [80] |
| The Godsdown Tigress with her cub | [96] |
| A sea of moving heads, and sterns | [120] |
| His chief delight | [128] |
| He had a welcome and salute | [144] |
| The scarlet coats twixt tree and spray | [153] |
| And now they gathered to the gamble | [162] |
| He saw the farms where the dogs were barking | [172] |
| There he slept in the mild west weather | [182] |
| The boy's sweet whistle and dog's quick yaps | [185] |
| He faced the fence and put her through it | [222] |
| A white horse rising a dark horse flying | [256] |
| Then down the slope and up the road | [291] |
| He ran the sheep that their smell might check | [295] |
| With a cracking whip and "Hoik, Hoik, Hoik, Forrard" | [303] |
| He saw it now as a redness topped | [313] |
| And man to man with a gasp for breath | [330] |
| For with feet all bloody and flanks all foam | [336] |