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Rh 'Twas a terrible picture! O God! that the night Were so black as to cover the horrid sight From the eyes of the Angel that notes man's ways In the book that will ope on the Day of Days!

There were screams when they met,—shrill screams of pain! For each animal swam at the length of his chain, And with parching throat and in furious mood Lay awaiting, not men, but his coming food. There were short, sharp cries, and a line of fleck As the long fangs sank in the swimmer's neck; There were gurgling growls mixed with human groans, For the savages drave the sharpened bones Through their enemies' ribs, and the bodies sank. Each dog holding fast with a bone through his flank.

Then those of the natives who 'scaped swam back; But too late! for scores of the savage pack. Driven mad by the yells and the sounds of fight, Had broke loose and followed. On that dread night