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Title: Line Up, Brave Boys
Author: Hamlin Garland [
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The packs are on, the cinches tight,
The patient horses wait,
Upon the grass the frost lies white,
The dawn is gray and late.
The leader's cry rings sharp and clear,
The campfires smoulder low;
Before us lies a shallow mere,
Beyond, the mountain snow.
"_Line up, Billy, line up, boys,_
_The east is gray with coming day,_
_We must away, we cannot stay._
_Hy-o, hy-ak, brave boys!_" Five hundred miles behind us lie,
As many more ahead,
Through mud and mire on mountains high
Our weary feet must tread.
So one by one, with loyal mind,
The horses swing to place,
The strong in lead, the weak behind,
In patient plodding grace.
"_Hy-o, Buckskin, brave boy, Joe!_
_The sun is high,_
_The hid loons cry:_
_Hy-ak--away! Hy-o!_"
[The end]
Hamlin Garland's poem: Line Up, Brave Boys
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