"The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long; His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat; He earns whate'er he can; And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man." It was just sunset as Matthew the pikeman went out to receive toll from some one passing, or rather coming quickly up to the gate.…
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