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Ye who have travelled the wilderness, ye who have followed the chase,
Whom the voice of the forest comforts and the touch of the lonely place;
Ye who are sib to the jungle and know it and hold it good—
Praise ye the name of Nimrod, a Fellow Who Understood.
H.B.
The House-Agent's Forlorn Hope.
"Two-and-a-half Miles from Station with Non-stop Trains."—Weekly Paper.