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he dingoes* of the hills, Yowled back at him again. His hair stood up along his neck, His angry mind was gone, For the track of the two bare feet gave out And a fourfoot track went on. Her nightgown lay upon the snow As it might upon the sheet, But the track that led from where it lay Was never of human feet. His heart turned over his chest, He looked from side to side, And he thought more of his gumwood fire Than he did of his griesly* bride. And first he started walking back And then began to run, And his quarry wheeled at the end of her track And hunted him in turn. O, long the fir