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in all the finer points of big game hunting. Of an evening

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Above the swords upraised, till in mid throng

in all the finer points of big game hunting. Of an evening

Of foes he stood, hemmed in by densest ranks

in all the finer points of big game hunting. Of an evening

And ramparted by war; in front and rear,

in all the finer points of big game hunting. Of an evening

Where'er he struck, the victor. Now his sword

Blunted with gore congealed no more could wound,

But brake the stricken limb; while every hand

Flung every quivering dart at him alone;

Nor missed their aim, for rang against his shield

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