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- Emily Dickinson

Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord,

Then, I am ready to go!

Just a look at the Horses --

Rapid! That will do!

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The day of one's wedding.

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Chapter IV: Poor Bowser

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CHAPTER IV POOR BOWSER Follow a crooked trail and you will find a scamp at the end. _Bowser the Hound._ Poor Bowser! He stood shivering and shaking on the ice of the strange river to which Old Man Coyote had led him, and he knew not which way to turn. Not only was he shivering and shaking from his cold bath, but he was bruised by his fall from the top of the steep bank, and he was so tired by his long run after Old Man Coyote that he could hardly stand. Old Man Coyote had stayed only long enough to

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