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38 Plucking the berries, pulling up the roots; A living skeleton, grim woe and want In dim, scared eyes; until the wolf and raven Find him low laid, their unresisting prey!

The father's wail, like mournful waves unseen, Dies on the ear, and moans alternately; But later, figures gather in the open, Lamenting by a fire new-made the dead What wizard, with his incantation curst, Blasted the living; changing to a foe, And chilling fear, what was so amiable?$7$ Over the shoulder timorously glance They, at the very rustling of a leaf, To where the dead lie yonder in the forest, Strewn with some humble offerings they need: Food, bowls, or ivory, arms, and hunting gear. Now beat loud tamtams; rattle hollow drums! So scare away the dim unhomely ghost With yells, and shouts, and drunken revelry "Ah! shadow-muffled panther, with fierce eyes, Prowling and mumbling yonder, art thou he?