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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342986" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Setting Sachem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas an Injin chieftain, in feathers all fine,<br>Who stood on the ocean's rim;<br>There were numberless leagues of excellent brine<br>But there wasn't enough for him.<br>So he knuckled a thumb in his painted eye,<br>And added a tear to the scant supply.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The surges were breaking with thund'rous voice,<br>The winds were a-shrieking shrill;<br>This warrior thought that a trifle of noise<br>Was needed to fill the bill.<br>So he lifted the top of his head off and scowled<br>Exalted his voice, did this chieftain, and howled!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun was aflame in a field of gold<br>That hung o'er the Western Sea;<br>Bright banners of light were broadly unrolled,<br>As banners of light should be.<br>But no one was 'speaking a piece' to that sun,<br>And therefore this Medicine Man begun:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O much heap of bright! O big ball of warm!<br>I've tracked you from sea to sea!<br>For the Paleface has been at some pains to inform<br>Me, _you_ are the emblem of _me_.<br>He says to me, cheerfully: 'Westward Ho!'<br>And westward I've hoed a most difficult row.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Since you are the emblem of me, I presume<br>That I am the emblem of you,<br>And thus, as we're equals, 't is safe to assume,<br>That one great law governs us two.<br>So now if I set in the ocean with thee,<br>With thee I shall rise again out of the sea.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His eloquence first, and his logic the last!<br>Such orators die!-and he died:<br>The trump was against him-his luck bad-he 'passed'<br>And so he 'passed out'-with the tide.<br>This Injin is rid of the world with a whim<br>The world it is rid of his speeches and him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ambrose+Bierce">Ambrose Bierce</a><div class=q>
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Who stood on the ocean's rim;
There were numberless leagues of excellent brine
But there wasn't enough for him.
So he knuckled a thumb in his painted eye,
And added a tear to the scant supply.

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