The Talking Turkey 

 "The Washwoman Sings It All Wrong." 

 Matildy's Beau 

 Man Feeding Horse 

 Lazy Days of Boyhood 

 "Collar Kerflummoxed All over My Neck." 

 Boy Looking at a Turkey 

 The Ant and the Grasshopper 

 "It Seems Ter Me That's All There Is: Jest Do Your Duty Right." 

 "They Ain't No Tears Shed over Him. When he Goes off Ter War." 

 Leaves and Twigs 

 Jim 

 

     CAPE COD BALLADS 

 

     THE COD-FISHER 

  Where leap the long Atlantic swells In foam-streaked stretch of hill and dale, Where shrill the north-wind demon yells, And flings the spindrift down the gale; Where, beaten 'gainst the bending mast, The frozen raindrop clings and cleaves, With steadfast front for calm or blast His battered schooner rocks and heaves. To same the gain, to some the loss, To each the chance, the risk, the fight:   For men must die that men may live—     Lord, may we steer our course aright.. The dripping deck beneath him reels, The flooded scuppers spout the brine; He heeds them not, he only feels     

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