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Back reeled the savage with a dismal howl,
And on the earth like stricken bullock fell.
But still new terrors filled the father’s soul;
He heard another and more fearful yell;
Across the glade a new assailant stole;
The blaze reviving showed his movements well;
And Williams sprang his warrior to sustain,
Just as he strained the yielding bow again.
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