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 The "rock ribbed pen" in which Miss Martin was placed by the Tories. Photograph by author.

She's pleading with them, but her cries are in vain; They've bound her secure and fast; And vowed she should never see Martin again— And the lover, "You're mine at last."

Her sleep has departed, her food is refused, But unto the Father she prayed; While the body of thieves are greatly amused, Near a glowing fire they've made.

A brave of the friendly Saura tribe Soon heard of the stolen girl; To Martin he went without thought of a bribe, With plans that proved him no churl.

To the top of his mansion the father flew, A mansion of solid gray stone; It's standing yet—and 'twas years that it grew— A tower defiant, though lone.

The two anxious men looked near and a-far, And at length a glimmer was seen, A gleam far away, like a dim fallen star, A token of promising sheen.

A compass was set, that infallible guide; At sunrise it pointed the way, When the father and friend, alert by his side, Made a silent, complete survey.