The foes she flies. Let cavillers deny [more; That brutes have reason; sure 'tis something 'Tis Heaven directs, and stratagems inspire Beyond the short extent of human thought. But hold-I see her from the covert break; Sad on yon little eminence she sits; Intent she listens with one ear erect. Pond'ring and doubtful what new course to take. And how to 'scape the fierce blood-thirsty crew That still urge on, and still in vollies loud Insult her woes, and mock her sore distress. As now in louder peals the loaded winds Bring on the gathering storm, her fears prevail, And o'er the plain, and o'er the mountain's ridge, Away she flies; nor ships with wind and tide, And all their canvas wings, scud half so fast. Once more, ye jovial train! your courage try, And each clean courser's speed. We scour along In pleasing hurry and confusion toss'd; Oblivion to be wish'd! The patient pack
And yet a moment lives, till round inclos'd By all the greedy pack, with infant screams She yields her breath, and there reluctant dies!
So when the furious Bacchanals assail'd Threician Orpheus, poor ill-fated bard! [banks Loud was the cry; hills, woods, and Hebrus' Return'd their clam'rous rage: distress'd he flies, Shifting from place to place, but flies in vain : For eager they pursue; till panting, faint, By noisy multitudes o'erpower'd, he sinks To the relentless crowd a bleeding prey!
The huntsman now, a deep incision made, Shakes out with hands impure, and dashes down Her reeking entrails and yet quiv'ring art. These claim the pack, the bloody perquisite For all their toils stretch'd on the ground she lies A mangled corse; in her dim-glaring eyes Cold Death exults, and stiffens ev'ry limb. Or by the threat'ning whip, the furious hounds Around her bay, or at their master's foot
With humble adulation cow'ring low. All now is joy. With cheeks full-blown they
Her solemn dirge, while the loud-opening pack The concert swell, and hills and dales returu The sadly-pleasing sounds. Thus the poor hare, puny dastard animal? but vers'd
A In subtle wiles, diverts the youthful train. But if thy proud aspiring soul disdains So mean a prey, delighted with the pomp, Magnificence and grandeur, of the chace; Hear what the Muse from faithful record sings.
Hang on the scent unwearied: up they climb,Each happy fav'rite courts his kind applause, And ardent we pursue: our lab'ring steeds We press, we gore; till, once the summit gain'd. Painfully panting, there we breathe awhile; Then like a foaming torrent pouring down Precipitant, we smoke along the vale. Happy the man who with unrivall'd speed Can pass his fellows, and with pleasure view The struggling pack! how in the rapid course Alternate they preside, and jostling push To guide the dubious scent; how giddy youth Oft blabb'ring errs, by wiser age reprov'd; How, niggard of his strength, the wise old hound Hangs in the rear, till some important point Rouse all his diligence, or till the chace Sinking he finds; then to the head he springs, With thirst of glory fir'd, and wins the prize. Huntsman! take heed; they stop in full career: Yon crowding flocks, that at a distance gaze, Have haply foil'd the turf. See that old hound, How busily he works, but dares not trust His doubtful sense! Draw yet a wider ring. Hark! now again the chorus fills; as bells, Sallied awhile, at once their peal renew, And high in air the tuneful thunder rolls. See how they toss, with animated rage Recov'ring all they lost! That eager haste Some doubling wile foreshows. Ah! yet once [either hand They 're check'd-hold back with speed-on They flourish round-ev'n yet persist-'tis right: Away they spring; the rustling stubbles bend Beneath the driving storm. Now the poor chace Begins to flag, to her last shifts reduc'd. From brake to brake she flies,and visits all[cure, Her well-knownhaunts, where once she rang'd With love and plenty blest. See! there she goes; She reels along, and by her gait betrays Her inward weakness. See how black she looks! The sweat that clogs th' obstructed pores scarce A languid scent. And now in open view [leaves See! see! she flies; each eager hound exerts His utmost speed, and stretches ev'ry nerve. How quick she turns, their gaping jaws eludes,
Why on the banks of Gemna, Indian stream, Line within line, rise the pavilions proud, Their silken streamers waving in the wind? Why neighs the warrior horse? From tent to tent Why press in crowds the buzzing multitude? Why shines the polish'd helin and pointed lance, This way and that far beaming o'er the plain? Nor Visapour nor Golconda rebel, Nor the great Sophy, with his num'rous host, Lays waste the provinces, nor glory fires To rob and to destroy, beneath the name And specious guise of war. A nobler cause Calls Aurengzebe to arins. No cities sack'd, No mother's tears, no helpless orphan's cries, No violated leagues, with sharp remorse Shall sting the conscious victor, but mankind Shall hail him good and just for 'tis on beasts He draws his vengeful sword; on beasts of prey, Full fed with human gore. See, see, he comes! Imperial Delhi, op'ning wide her gates, Pours out her thronging legions, bright in arms And all the pomp of war. Before them sound se-Clarions and trumpets, breathing inartial airs And hold defiance. High upon his throne, Borne on the back of his proud elephant,' Sits the great chief of Timur's glorious race; Sublime he sits amid the radiant blaze Of gems and gold. Omrahs about him crowd, And rein the Arabian steed, and watch his nod, And potent rajahs, who themselves preside O'er realms of wide extent; but here submiss
Their homage pay, alternate kings and slaves; Next these, with prying eunuchs girt around, The fair sultanas of his court; a troop Of chosen beauties, but with care conceal'd From each intrusive eye; one look is death. Ah! cruel eastern law! (had kings a pow'r But equal to their wild tyrannic will) To rob us of the sun's all-cheering ray Were less severe. The vulgar close the march, Slaves and artificers; and Delhi mourns Her empty and depopulated streets. Now at the camp arrived, with stern review Thro' groves of spears from file to file he darts His sharp experienc'd eye, their order marks, Each in his station rang'd, exact and firm, Till in the boundless line his sight is lost. Νοι greater multitudes in arms appear'd On these extended plains, when Ammon's son With mighty Porus in dread battle join'd, The vassal world the prize; nor was that host More numerous of old which the Great King* Pour'd out on Greece from all th' unpeopled East That bridg'd the Hellespont from shore to shore, And drank the rivers dry. Meanwhile in troops The busy hunter-train mark out the ground. A wide circumference, full many a league In compass round; woods, rivers, hills, and Large provinces, enough to gratify Ambition's highest aim, could reason bound Man's erring will. Now sit in close divan The mighty chiefs of this prodigious host; He from the throne high eminent presides, Gives out his mandates proud. laws of the chace, From antient records drawn. With rev'rence low, And prostrate at his feet, the chiefs receive His irreversible decrees, from which To vary is to die. Then his brave bands Each to his station leads, encamping round Till the wide circle is completely form'd. Where decent order reigns, what these command Those execute with speed and punctual care, In all the strictest discipline of war, As if some watchful foe, with bold insult, Hung low'ring o'er their camp. The high resolve That flies on wings thro' all th' encircling line Fach motion steers, and animates the whole. So, by the sun's attractive pow'r controll'd, The planets in their spheres roll round his orb; On all he shines, and rules the great machine.
Ere yet the morn dispels the fleeting mists, The signal given by the loud trumpet's voice, Now high in air th' imperial standard waves, Emblazon'd rich with gold and glitt'ring gems, And like a sheet of fire thro' the dun gloom Streaming meteorous. The soldiers' shouts And all the brazen instruments of war, With mutual clamor and united din Fill the large concave, while from camp to camp They catch the varied sounds, floating in air. Round all the wide circumference tigers fell Shrink at the noise; deep in his gloomy den The lion starts, and imorsels yet unchew'd
Drop from his treinbling jaws. Now all at once Onward they march embattled, to the sound Of martial harmony; fifes, cornets, drums, That rouse the sleepy soul to arms and bold Heroic deeds. In parties here and there, Detach'd o'er hill and dale, the hunters range Inquisitive; strong dogs, that inatéh in fight The boldest brute, around their masters wait, A faithful guard. No haunt unsearch'd, they From ev'ry covert, and from ev'ry den, [drive The lurking savages. Incessant shouts
Re-echo thro' the woods, and kindling fires Gleam from the mountain tops: the forest seems One mingling blaze: like flocks of sheep they fly Before the flaming brand: fierce lions, pards, Boars, tigers, bears, and wolves, a dreadful crew Of grim blood-thirsty foes! Growling along They stalk indignant, but fierce vengeance still Hangs pealing on their rear, and pointed spears Present immediate death. Soon as the night Wrapp'd in her sable veil, forbids the chace, They pitch their tents in even ranks around The circling camp. The guards are plac'd, and At proper distances ascending rise, [fires And paint th' horizon with their ruddy light. So round some island's shore of large extent, Amid the gloomy horrors of the night, The billows breaking on the pointed rocks Seem all one flame, and the bright circuit wide Appears a bulwark of surrounding fire. What dreadful howlings and what hideous roar Disturb those peaceful shades! where erst the bird That glads the night had cheer'd the listning
With sweet complainings. Thro' the silent gloom Oft they the guards assail; as oft repoll'd
They fly reluctant, with hot-boiling rage Stung to the quick, and mad with wild despair, Thus, day by day, they still the chace renew, At night encamp; till now in straiter bounds The circle lessens, and the beasts perceive The wall that hems them in on ev'ry side. And now their fury bursts, and knows no mean; From man theyturn, and pointtheir ill-judg'd rage Against their fellow brutes. With teeth and claws The civil war begins; grappling they tear; Lions on tigers prey, and bears on wokes; Horrible discord! till the crowd behind Shouting pursue, and part the bloody fray. At once their wrath subsides; tame as the lamb The lion hangs his head; the furious pard, Cow'd and subdued, flies from the face of man, Nor bears one glance of his commanding eye. So abject is a tyrant in distress!
At last, within the narrow plain confin'd, A listed field, mark'd out for bloody deeds, An amphitheatre more glorious far Cheaps, Than antient Rome could boast, they crowd in Dismay'd, and quite appall'd, In meet array Sheath'd in refulgent arms, a noble band Advance; great lords of high imperial blood, Early resolv'd t' assert their royal race,
And prove by glorious deeds their valor's growth | To seek on distant hills their late abodes.
Mature, ere yet the callow down has spread, Its curling shade. On bold Arabian steeds With decent pride they sit, that fearless hear The lion's dreadful roar; and down the rock Swift shooting plunge,oro'er the mountain's ridge Stretching along, the greedy tiger leave Panting bebind. On foot their faithful slaves With jav'lins arm'd attend; each watchful eye Fix'd on his youthful care, for him alone He fears; and, to redeem his life, unmov'd Would lose his own. The mighty Aurengzebe From his high elevated throne beholds His blooming race, revolving in his mind What once he was, in his gay spring of life, When vigor sprung his nerves. Parental joy Melts in his eyes, and flushes in his cheeks. Now the loud trumpet sounds a charge. The shouts Of eager hosts thro' all the circling line, And the wild howling of the beasts within, Rend the welkin; the flights of arrows wing'd With death, and jav'lins launch'd from every arm, Gall sore the brutal bands, with many a wound Gor'd thro' and thro'. Despair at last prevails, When fainting nature shrinks, and rouses all Their drooping courage. Swell'd with furious
Their eyes dart fire, and on the youthful band They rush implacable. They their broad shields Quick interpose; on each devoted head Their flaming falchions, as the bolts of Jove, Descend unerring. Prostrate on the ground The grinning monsters lie, and their foul gore Defiles the verdant plain. Nor idle stand The trusty slaves; with pointed spears they pierce Thro' their tough hides, or at their gaping mouths An easier passage find. The king of brutes In broken roarings breathes his last; the bear Grumbles in death; nor can his spotted skin, Tho' sleek it shine, with varied beauties gay, Save the proud pard from unrelenting fate. The battle bleeds: grim Slaughter strides along, Glutting her greedy jaws, grins o'er her prey. Men, horses, dogs, fierce beasts of ev'ry kind, Astrange promiscuous carnage, drench'din blood, And heaps on heaps amass'd. What yet remain Alive, with vain assault contend to break Th' impenetrable line. Others, whom fear Inspires, with self-preserving wiles, beneath The bodies of the slain for shelter creep, Aghast they fly, or hide their heads dispers'd. And now perchance (had Heaven but pleas'd)
Of death had been complete, and Aurengzebe By one dread frown extinguish'd half their race; When, lo! the bright sultanas of his court Appear, and to his ravish'd eyes display Those charms but rarely to the day reveal'd.
Lowly they bend, and humbly sue to save The vanquish'd host. What mortal can deny When suppliant Beauty begs! At his command, Op'ning to right and left, the well-train'd troops Leave a large void for their retreating foes: Away they fly, on wings of fear upborne,
Ye proud oppressors! whose vain hearts exult In wantonness of pow'r against the brutal race, Fierce robbers like yourselves, a guiltless war Wage uncontroll'd: here quench your thirst of blood;
But learn from Aurengzebe to spare
Of king Edgar, and his imposing a tribute of wolves' heads upon the kings of Wales: from hence a transition to fox-hunting, which is de- scribed in all its parts. Censure of an over- numerous pack. Of the several engines to de- stroy foxes and other wild beasts. The steel- trap described, and the manner of using it. Description of the pitfall for the lion, and another for the elephant. The antient way of hunting the tiger with a mirror. The Arabian manner of hunting the wild boar. Description of the royal stag-chace at Wind- sor Forest. Concludes with an address to his Majesty, and an eulogy upon mercy.
IN Albion's isle when glorious Edgar reign'd, He, wisely provident, from her white cliffs Launch'd half her forests, and with num'rous
Cover'd his wide domain; there proudly rode Lord of the deep, the great prerogative Of British monarchs: each invader bold, Dane and Norwegian, at a distance gaz'd, And, disappointed, gnash'd his teeth in vain. He scour'd his seas, and to remotest shores With swelling sails, the trembling corsair fled. Rich commerce flourish'd, and with busy oars Dash'd the resounding surge. Nor less at land His royal cares; wise, potent, gracious Prince! His subjects from their cruel foes he sav'd, And from rapacious savages their flocks. Cambria's proud kings (tho' with reluctance) paid Their tributary wolves, head after head, In full account; till the woods yield no more, And all the rav'nous race extinct is lost. In fertile pastures more securely graz'd The social troops, and soon their large increase With curling fleeces whiten'd all the plains. But yet, alas! the wily fox remain'd, A subtle, pilf'ring foe, prowling around In midnight shades, and wakeful to destroy. In the full fold the poor defenceless lamb, Seis'd by his guileful arts, with sweet warm blood Supplies a rich repast. The mournful ewe, Her dearest treasure lost, thro' the dun night Wanders perplex'd, and darkling bleats in vain; While in th' adjacent bush poor Philomel (Herself a parent once, till wanton churls Despoil'd her nest) joins in her loud laments With sweeter notes and more melodious woe.
For these nocturnal thieves, huntsman, prepare Thy sharpest vengeance. Oh! how glorious 'tis To right th' oppress'd, and bring the felon vile To just disgrace! Ere yet the morning peep,
Or stars retire from the first blush of day, With thy far echoing voice alarm thy pack, And rouse thy bold compeers: then to the copse, Thick with entangling grass or prickly furze, With silence lead thy many-color'd hounds, In all their beauty's pride. See! how they range Dispers'd, how busily this way and that They cross, examining with curious nose Each likely haunt. Hark! on the drag I hear Their doubtful notes, preluding to a cry More nobly full, and swell'd with every mouth. As straggling armies at the trumpet's voice Press to their standard, hither all repair, And hurry thro' the woods with hasty step, Rustling and full of hope; now driven on heaps They push, they strive; while from his kennel sneaks
Lead us bewilder'd! smooth as swallows skim The new-shorn mead, and far more swift we fly. See my brave pack! how to the head they press, Jostling in close array, then more diffuse Obliquelywheel; while from their op'ning inouths The vollied thunder breaks. So when the cranes Their annual voyage steer, with wanton wing Their figure oft they change, and their loud clang From cloud to cloud rebounds. How far behind The hunter crew, wide straggling o'er the plain! The panting courser now with trembling nerves Begins to reel; urg'd by the goring spur Makes many a faint effort: he snorts, he foams; The big round drops run trickling down his sides, With sweat and blood distain'd. Look back and The strange confusion of the vale below. [view Where sore vexation reigns: see yon poor jade; In vain th' impatient rider frets and swears, And galling spurs harrow his mangled sides; He can no more: his stiff unpliant limbs rogueRooted in earth, unmov'd and fix'd he stands; For ev'ry cruel curse returns a groan,
The conscious villain. See! he scalks along Sleek at the shepherd's cost,and plump with mcals Purloin'd: so thrive the wicked here below. Tho' high his brush he bears, tho' tipt with white It gaily shine, yet ere the sun declin'd Recal the shades of night, the pamper'd Shall rue his fate revers'd, and at his heels Behold the just avenger, swift to seise His forfeit head, and thirsting for his blood. Heavens! what melodious strains! how our hearts,
And sobs, and faints,and dies! Who without grief Can view that pamper'd steed, his master's joy, beatis minion, and his daily care, well cloth'd, Well fed with every nicer care; no cost, No labor spar'd; who, when the flying chace Broke from the copse, without a rival led The num'rous train; now a sad spectacle Of pride brought low, and humbled insolence, Drove like a pannier'd ass, and scourg'd along! While these,withloosen dreins and dangling heels Hang on their reeling palfreys, that scarce bear Their weights; another in the treach'rous bog Lies flound'ring, half ingulph'd. What biting
Big with tumultuous joy! the loaded gales Breathe harmony; and as tempest drives From wood to wood, thro' every dark recess The forest thunders, and the mountains shake. The chorus swells; less various and less sweet The trilling notes, when in those very groves The feather'd choristers salute the spring, And ev'ry bush in concert joins; or when The master's hand, in modulated air, Bids the loud organ breathe, and all the pow'rs Of music in one instrument combine, An universal minstrelsy. And now In vain each earth he tries; the doors are barr'd Impregnable; nor is the covert safe: He pants for purer air. Hark! what loud shouts Re-echo thro' the groves! he breaks away: Shrill horns proclaim his fight. Each straggling hound
Strains o'er the lawn to reach the distant pack. 'Tis triumph all and joy. Now, my brave youths! Now give a loose to the clean gen'rous stee d, Flourish the whip, nor spare the galling spur; But in the madness of delight forget
Your fears. Far o'er the rocky hills we range, And dangerous our course; but in the brave True courage never fails. In vain the streams In foaming eddies whirls; in vain the ditch, Wide-gaping, threatens death. The craggy steep, Where the poor dizzy shepherd crawls with care, And clings to ev'ry twig, gives us no pain, But down we sweep, as stoops the falcon bold To pounce his prey; then up th' opponent hill, By the swift motion flung, we mount aloft. So ships in winter-seas now sliding sink Adown the steepy wave: then, tost on high, Ride on the billows, and defy the storm.
Torment th' abandon'd crew! Old Age laments His vigor spent: the tall, plump, brawny youth Curses his cumbrous bulk, and envies now The short pygmean race he whilom kenn'd With prond insulting leer. A chosen few Alone the sport enjoy, nor droop beneath Their pleasing toils. Here, huntsman! from this height
Observe yon birds of prey if I can judge, 'Tis there the villain lurks: they hover round, And claim him as their own. Was I not right? See! there he creeps along; his brush he drags, And sweeps the mire impure: from his wide jaws His tongue unmoisten'd hangs; symptoms toosure Of sudden death. Ha! yet he flies, nor yields To black despair. But one loose more, and all His wiles are vain. Hark! thro' yon village now The rattling clamor rings. The barns, the cots, And leafless elms, return the joyous sounds. Thro' ev'ry homestall, and thro' ev'ry yard, His midnight walks, panting, forlorn he flies: Thro' ev'ry hole he sneaks, thro' ev'ry jakes Plunging, he wados besmear'd, and fondly hopes In a superior stench to lose, his own:
But, faithful to the track, th' unerring hounds With peals of echoing vengeance close parsus,
And now distress'd, no shelt'ring covert near, Into the hen-roost creeps, whose walls with gore Distain'd attest his quilt. There, villain! there Expect thy fate deserv'd. And soon from thence The pack, inquisitive, with clamor loud, Drag out their trembling prize, and on his blood With greedy transport feast. In bolder notes Each sounding horn proclaims the felon dead, And all th' assembled village shouts for joy. The farmer, who beholds his mortal foe, Stretch'd at his feet, applands the glorious deed, And grateful calls us to a short repast; In the full glass the liquid amber smiles, Our native product; and his good old mate With choicest viands heaps the liberal board, To crown our triumphs and reward our toils. Here must th' instructive Muse (but with respect) Censure that num'rous pack, that crowd of state, With which the vain profusion of the great. Covers the lawn, and shakes the trembling copse. Pompous incumb'rance! a magnificence Useless, vexatious! for the wily fox, Safe in the increasing number of his foes, Kens well the great advantage; slinks behind, And slily creeps thro' the same beaten track, And hunts them step by step; then views escap'd, With inward ecstasy, the panting throng In their own footsteps puzzled, foil'd, and lost. So when proud Eastern kings summon to arms Their gaudy legions, from far distant climes They flock in crowds, unpeopling half a world; But when the day of batile calls them forth To charge the well-train'd foe, a band compact, Of chosen veterans, they press blindly on, In heaps confus'd, by their own weapons fall, A smoking carnage scatter'd o'er the plain. Nor hounds alone this noxious brood destroy; The plunder'd warrener fall many a wile Devises to entrap his greedy foe,
Fat with nocturnal spoils. At close of day With silence drags his tail; then, from the ground Pares thin the close-gaz'd turf; there with nice
Of men and beasts, the painful forester, Climbs the high hills, whose proud aspiring tops, With the tail cedar crown'd and taper fir, Assail the clouds; there, 'mong the craggy rocks And thickets intricate, trembling he views His footsteps in the sand, the dismal road And avenue to death. Hither he calls His watchful bands, and low into the ground A pit they sink, full many a fathom deep; Then in the midst a columa high is rear'd, The butt of some fair tree, upon whose top A lainb is plac'd, just ravish'd from his dam; And next a wall they build, with stones and earth Encircling round, and hiding from all view The dreadful precipice. Now when the shades Of night hang low'ring o'er the mountains brow, | And hunger keen, and pungent thirst of blood, Rouse up the slothful beast, he shakes his sides, Slow-rising from his lair, and stretches wide His rav'nous paws, with recent gore distain'd. The forest trembles as he roars aloul, Hmpatient to destroy. O'erjoy'd he hears The bleating innocent, that claims in vain The shepherd's care, and seeks with piteous moan The foodful teat; himself, alas! design'd Another's meal. For now the greedy brute Wines him from far, and leaping o'er the mound To seise his trembling prey, headlong is plung'd Into the deep abyss. Prostrate he lies, Astunn'd and impotent. Ah! what avail Thine eyeballs flashing fire, thy length of tail ́ That lashes thy broad sides, thy jaws besmear'd With blood and offals crude, thy shaggy mane The terror of the woods, thy stately port, And bulk enormous, since by stratagem Thy strength is foil'd! Unequal is the strife, When sov'reign reason combats brutal rage.
On distant Ethiopia's sun-burnt coasts The black inhabitants a pitfall frame, But of a diff'rent kind, and diff'rent use. With slender poles the wide capacious mouth, And hurdles slight, they close; o'er these is spread A floor of verdant turf, with all its flow'rs Covers the latent death, with curious springs Smiling delusive, and from strictest search Prepar'd to fly at once, whene'er they tread Concealing the deep grave that yawns below. Of inan or beast unwarily shall press Then boughs of trees they cut, with empting frait The yielding surface. By the indented steel Of various kinds surcharg'd; the downy peach, With gripe tenacious held, the felon grins, The clust'ring vine, and of bright golden rind And struggles, but in vain: yet oft 'tis known, The fragrant orange. Soon as evening grey When ev'ry art has fail'd, the captive fox Advances slow, besprinkling all around Has shar'd the wounded joint, and with a limb With kind refreshing dews the thirsty glebe, Compounded for his life. But if perchance The stately elephant from the close shade In the deep pitfall plung'd, there's no escape, With step majestic strides, eager to taste But unrepriev'd he dies; and, bleach'd in air, The cooler breeze, that from the sea-beat shore The jest of clowns, his reeking carcase hangs.Delightful breathes, or in the limpid stream Of these are various kinds: not even the king Of brutes evades this deep-devouring rave; But by the wily African betray'd, Heedless of fate, within his gaping jaws Expires indignant. When the orient beam With blushes paints the dawn, and all the race Carnivorous, with blood full gorg'd, retire Into their darksome cells, there satiate snore O'er dripping offls, and the mangled limbs
To lave his panting sides; joyous he scents The rich tepast, unweeting of the death That lurks within. And soon he sporting breaks The brittle bonghs, and greedily devours The fruit delicious. Ah! too dearly bought; The price is life. For now the treach'rous turf, Trembling, gives way; and the unwieldy beast, Self-sinking, drops into the dark profound. So when dilated vapors struggling heave
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