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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418970" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Savage</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">DIXON, a Choctaw, twenty years of age, <br>Had killed a miner in a Leadville brawl; <br>Tried and condemned, the rough-beards curb their rage, <br>And watch him stride in freedom from the hall. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Return on Friday, to be shot to death!' <br>So ran the sentence—it was Monday night. <br>The dead man's comrades drew a well-pleased breath; <br>Then all night long the gambling dens were bright. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The days sped slowly; but the Friday came, <br>And flocked the miners to the shooting-ground; <br>They chose six riflemen of deadly aim, <br>And with low voices sat and lounged around. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He will not come.' 'He's not a fool.' 'The men <br>Who set the savage free must face the blame.'<br>A Choctaw brave smiled bitterly, and then <br>Smiled proudly, with raised head, as Dixon came. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Silent and stern—a woman at his heels;<br>He motions to the brave, who stays her tread. <br>Next minute—flame the guns: the woman reels<br>And drops without a moan—Dixon is dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Boyle+O%27Reilly">John Boyle O'Reilly</a><div class=q>
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Had killed a miner in a Leadville brawl; 
Tried and condemned, the rough-beards curb their rage, 
And watch him stride in freedom from the hall. 

'Return on Friday, to be shot to death!' 
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