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76 His politeness, and his patience, Unaccountably had vanished, And he left that happy party. Neither did he leave them slowly, With that calm deliberation, That intense deliberation Which photographers aspire to: But he left them in a hurry, Left them in a mighty hurry, Vowing that he would not stand it. Hurriedly he packed his boxes, Hurriedly the porter trundled On a barrow all his boxes; Hurriedly he took his ticket, Hurriedly the train received him: Thus departed Hiawatha.