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A BALLAD OF THE OLD NORTHWEST
A midnight cry appalls the gloom,
The puncheon door is shaken:
" Awake! arouse! and flee the doom!
Man, woman, child, awaken!
" Your sky shall glow with fiery beams
Before the morn breaks ruddy!
The scalpknife in the moonlight gleams,
Athirst for vengeance bloody! "
Alaru......
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