THE MOUSE THAT GNAWED THE NET.
"There passed a weary time. Each throat
Was parched, and glazed each eye.
A weary time! a weary time!
How glazed each weary eye!
When, looking westward, I beheld
A something in the sky."
As the powder vomited forth its dreadful thunder, and as the stones and timbers from the blasted den were hurle
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