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246 Let the curtain fall: when the red sun rose From the placid ocean, the joys and woes Of a thousand men he had last eve seen Were as things or thoughts that had never been.

When the settlers returned,—in a month or two,— They bethought of the dogs and the prisoned crew. And a boat went out on a tardy quest Of whatever was living on Rottenest. They searched all the isle, and sailed back agen With some specimen bones of the dogs and men.