Complete Works of Robert Louis Stevenson (Illustrated) (884 page)

MIDNIGHT!
The Indian is about to light a fuse to a cask
v:shapes=“x0000i1291”>of gunpowder! But James sees him and shoots him before he is able to light the fuse.

He ran to the side of the dying Indian who made this confession. “I am not an Indian. 10 years 292 ago I met G. Gidean, a man who found a quantity of gold here. Before be died, he sent that clue to a friend
who never received it
. I knew the gold was here. I have hunted 10 years for it, your clue showed me where IT was,”
(here Black Eagle told it to James.) Then Black Eagle DIED
.

Chapter VII.

20 years have passed! James is
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is owner of a yacht.

v:shapes=“x0000i1294”>The Frontiersman owns a large cattle and hog ranch.

Finis.
NOT I,

And Other POEMS,

BY

Robert Louis Stevenson,

Author of

The Blue Scalper, Travels
with a Donkey etc.
PRICE 6d.Dedicated to
Messrs. R. & R. CLARKE

by
S.L.Osbourne
Davos
1881
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Not I.

Some like Poe

And others like Scott,

Some like Mrs. Stowe;

Some not.

Some like to laugh,

Some like to cry.

Some like chaff;

Not I.

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Here, perfect to a wish,

We offer, not a dish,

But just the platter:

A book that’s not a book,

A pamphlet in the look

But not the matter.

I own in disarray;

As to the flowers of May

The frosts of Winter,

To my poetic rage,

The smallness of the page

And of the printer.As seamen on the seas

With song and dance descry

Adown the morning breeze

An islet in the sky:

In Araby the dry,

As o’er the sandy plain

The panting camels cry

To smell the coming rain.

So all things over earth

A common law obey

And rarity and worth

Pass, arm in arm, away;And even so, today,

The printer and the bard,

In pressless Davos, pray

Their sixpenny reward.

The pamphlet here presented

Was planned and printed by

A printer unindent-ed,

A bard whom all decry.The author and the printer,

With various kinds of skill,

Concocted it in Winter

At Davos on the Hill.

They burned the nightly taper

But now the work is ripe

Observe the costly paper,

Remark the perfect type!