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chapter-290		chapter-290			.txt	text/plain	405	28	85	O magnet-south! O magnet-south! O glistening perfumed South! my South! O dear to me my birth-things--all moving things and the trees where I was born--the grains, plants, rivers, Dear to me my own slow sluggish rivers where they flow, distant, over flats of slivery sands or through swamps, O pensive, far away wandering, I return with my soul to haunt their I see the parrots in the woods, I see the papaw-tree and the the growing fields of rice, sugar, hemp! The range afar, the richness and barrenness, the old woods charged these dense swamps the freebooter carries his gun, and the swamps, infested by reptiles, resounding with the bellow of the alligator, the sad noises of the night-owl and the wild-cat, and The mocking-bird, the American mimic, singing all the forenoon, singing through the moon-lit night, A Kentucky corn-field, the tall, graceful, long-leavd corn, never wander more.	./cache/chapter-290.txt	./txt/chapter-290.txt