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...There is a wildness about it which captivates the imagination far more than any regulated pursuit : " Ours the wild life in tumult still to range, From toil to rest, and joy in every change." 6 Mahogany, as sailors call it, on account of its hardness. Hence boys are so much taken with it ;...

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...the story's o'er. THE OREGON TRAIL. OT T. rARKKAW. JR. THE TRAPPBB8. ' OCRS the wild life, in freedom still to range, From toil to rest, and joy in every change ; Th' exulting sense, the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of the trackless way ;...

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