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142 When all around was desolate and dark;

To land was perilous, to sojourn more;

Yet for awhile the mariners forbore,

Dubious to trust where Treachery might lurk:

At length they ventured forth, though doubting sore

That those who loathe alike the Frank and Turk

Might once again renew their ancient butcher-work.

LXVIII.

Vain fear! the Suliotes stretched the welcome hand,

Led them o'er rocks and past the dangerous swamp,

Kinder than polished slaves though not so bland,

And piled the hearth, and wrung their garments damp,