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Rh But the memory of the Strong Man

Lingered long among the people,

And whenever through the forest

Raged and roared the wintry tempest,

And the branches, tossed and troubled,

Creaked and groaned and split asunder,

"Kwasind!" cried they; "that is Kwasind!

He is gathering in his fire-wood!"