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88 Ne'er had I seen a flame. There you piled fagots on, Heat rose&mdash;the blast to tame. There by the cave-door dark, Comforting me you cried&mdash; Wailed o'er my wounded knee, Wept for my rock-torn side.

Up from the South I trailed&mdash; Left regions fierce and fair! Left all the jungle-trees, Left the red tiger's lair. Dream led, I scarce knew why, Into your North I trod&mdash; Ne'er had I known the snow, Or the frost-blasted sod.

O how the flakes came down! O how the fire burned high! Strange thing to see he was, Thro' his dry twigs would fly, Creep there awhile and sleep&mdash; Then wake and bark for fight&mdash; Biting if I too near Came to his eye so bright. Then with a will you fed Wood to his hungry tongue.