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84 The friendship and the firelight, and the fiddle. So too there comes a day that followed it— A windy, dreary day with a cold white shine That only gummed the tumbled frozen ruts We tramped upon. The road was hard and long, But we had what we knew to comfort us, And we had the large humor of the thing To make it advantageous; for men stopped And eyed us on that road from time to time, And on that road the children followed us; And all along that road the Tilbury Band Blared indiscreetly the Dead March in Saul.