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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

A Dead Man

By John Boyle O’Reilly (1844–1890)

THE TRAPPER died—our hero—and we grieved;

In every heart in camp the sorrow stirred.

“His soul was red!” the Indian cried, bereaved;

“A white man, he!” the grim old Yankee’s word.

So, brief and strong, each mourner gave his best,—

How kind he was, how brave, how keen to track;

And as we laid him by the pines to rest,

A negro spoke, with tears: “His heart was black!”