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...sting like needles his legs and neck, the murderous buckshot and the bullets, All these I feel or am. " I am the hounded slave, I wince at the bite of the...and despair are upon me, crack and again crack the marks| men, I clutch the rails of the fence, my gore dribs, thinn'd with the ooze of my skin, j I fall...

...buckshot and the bullets ; All these I feel, or am. 1 Line 826 added in 1860. 1 "olden " added in 1870. I am the hounded slave, I wince at the bite of the...; I clutch the rails of the fence, my gore dribs, thinn'd with the ooze of my skin ; I fall on the weeds and stones ; 840 The riders spur their unwilling...

...upon me, crack and again crack the marksmen; I clutch the rails of the fence, my gore dribs, thinn'd with the ooze of my skin ; I fall on the weeds and stones ; 840 The riders spur their unwilling horses, haul close, Taunt my dizzy ears, and beat me violently...

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...gazing on, The pounded slave that flags in the race, leans by the fence blowing, covered with sweat. I am the hounded slave, I wince at the bite of the...marksmen, I clutch the rails of the fence, my gore dribs, ^hinn'd with the ooze of my skin, I fall on the weeds and stones, The riders spur their unwilling horses,...

...sting like needles his legs and neck, the murderous buckshot and the bullets, All these I feel or am. I am the hounded slave, I wince at the bite of the...marksmen, I clutch the rails of the fence, my gore dribs, thinn'd with the ooze of my skin, I fall on the weeds and stones, The riders spur their unwilling horses,...

...sting like needles his legs and neck, the murderous buckshot and the bullets, All these I feel or am. I am the hounded slave, I wince at the bite of the...marksmen, I clutch the rails of the fence, my gore dribs, thinn'd with the ooze of my skin, I fall on the weeds and stones, The riders spur their unwilling horses,...

...sting like needles his legs and neck, the murderous buckshot and the bullets, All these I feel or am. I am the hounded slave, I wince at the bite of the...marksmen, I clutch the rails of the fence, my gore The riders spur their unwilling horses, haul close, Taunt my dizzy ears and beat me violently over...