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164 Now fast up the dell came the noise and the fray,

The horse and the horn, and the hark! hark away!

Old Timothy took up his staff, and he shut

With a leisurely motion the door of his hut.

Perhaps to himself at that moment he said,

"The key I must take, for my Ellen is dead."

But of this in my ears not a word did he speak,

And he went to the chase with a tear on his cheek.