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A Rare 10-Page Poem by Edgar Rice Burroughs
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||The moon had risen and a half light cast
As through the forest and the camp he passed
While underbrush and heavy kang harassed
His movements as he sought the river bank,
Spurred on by nearing sounds of hot pursuit.
Behind, the Taidjuts, and before, the rank
Reeds growing in the somber waters, mute
And dark and dismal as the grave that yawned
Should he by some mischance fall once again
The helpless victim of the hatred spawned
Within the bosoms of his fellow men
Because he dared to be the son and heir
Of one who, had he been alive and there,
Had sent them trembling to their knees in prayer.
For one brief instant Timujin delayed
Page 8: Stanzas 15 and 16
||Thus came he, fettered, to the stranger's tent,
Who pitied him and with his sword unbent
The galling kang, and food and weapons lent.
But ere the boy could make his freedom good
They heard the coming of a searching host,
With noisy weapons clanking through the wood
That echoed to each oath and blatant boast.
The stranger knew he must be quickly rid
Of Timujin if he himself would live
And so within a cart of wool he hid
The hunted and unhappy fugitive.
The Taidjuts came and searched the yurt and thrust
Their lances through the wool with savage lust;
But hearing naught passed on in sore disgust.
All wet with blood the searching spears had drawn
Intro & Contents
I: Stanzas 1-4
II: Stanzas 5-8
III: Stanzas 9-12
IV: Stanzas 13-16
V: Stanzas 17-20
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