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28 The evening air was damp with dew: Just as the clock struck ten His horse came riderless—I knew What was the matter then ... Why should the Lord have singled out My Jim from other men?

I took the horse and found him where He lay beneath the sky, With blood all clotted in his hair. I felt too dazed to cry: I held him to me as I prayed To God that I might die.

But sometimes now I seem to hear— Just when the air grows chill— A single whip-crack, sharp and clear, Re-echo from the hill. That's Jim! to let me know he's near And thinking of me still.