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There overtook me and drew me in	A
To his down hill early morning stride	B
And set me five miles on my road	C
Better than if he had had me ride	B
A man with a swinging bag for load	C
And half the bag wound round his hand	D
We talked like barking above the din	A
Of water we walked along beside	B
And for my telling him where I'd been	A
And where I lived in mountain land	D
To be coming home the way I was	E
He told me a little about himself	F
He came from higher up in the pass	G
Where the grist of the new beginning brooks	H
Is blocks split off the mountain mass	G
And hop eless grist enough it looks	H
Ever to grind to soil for grass	G
The way it is will do for moss	I
There he had built his stolen shack	J
It had to be a stolen shack	J
Because of the fears of fire and logs	K
That trouble the sleep of lumber folk	L
Visions of half the world burned black	J
And the sun shrunken yellow in smoke	L
We know who when they come to town	M
Bring berries under the wagon seat	N
Or a basket of eggs between their feet	N
What this man brought in a cotton sack	J
Was gum the gum of the mountain spruce	O
He showed me lumps of the scented stuff	P
Like uncut jewels dull and rough	P
It comes to market golden brown	M
But turns to pink between the teeth	Q
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I told him this is a pleasant life	R
To set your breast to the bark of trees	S
That all your days are dim beneath	Q
And reaching up with a little knife	R
To loose the resin and take it down	M
And bring it to market when you please	S

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