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The herd slow'd up;--an' stood in a mass Of blackness, lit by the lightnin's eye: An' the mustang cower'd es _something_ swept Clus to his wet flank in passin' by. "Good night tew ye, Pard!" "Good night," sez I, Strainin' my sight on the empty air; The har riz rustlin' up on my head, Now that I hed time tew scare.