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from Some Mysterious Influence


The Colonel vanished, like he’d been a ghost,
and left no mark of the course he had taken.
The whole sky was hid by falling snow,
and I half-resolved to lie there till spring,

like frozen snakes. But I was of the real grit
and pursued the road. My tracks filled so briskly
after me that I forgot where I came from.
A light across the river compelled me

to wade, cold as the water was. I struck
land and came upon a cane brake afire,
which spoke to me in Spanish. I was so much
rejoiced that I scarcely felt the cold, though

my clothes were frozen on me, and I could
not understand a word of what God spoke.