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One Isaac Orcutt was his name, Who lately into Westfield came, To cut some timber for a sled, The snow was deep, he had to wade

��Some forty rods to an ash tree. The top was dry as you may see He cut the tree off from the stump The top was dry threw back a chunk

Which flew and struck him in the head And stunned him though he was not dead There the poor senseless creature lay All the remainder of that day

No search was made by any one Until the setting of the sun When Mr. Manly and his son Alarmed set out upon the run

They soon beheld him with surprize And gazed on him with stedfast eyes The blood had issued from the wound And thawed a passage to the ground

They took him up and bore him home

Put him to bed in a warm room

They washed his limbs and dressed his wounds

And tried to force some medsin down

��All useful remedies was tried Yet in the evening he died

The word "evening" is pronounced as a trisyllable. The verses are sung with a doleful drawl.

The words offer a curious correspondence to those relating to Beckwith. In the latter song we also read of a dry " chunk " or piece of wood, which by falling caused the death of a woodcutter.

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