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Late that night, while the thin crescent of a new moon hung in the sky, touching the twisted limbs of the pine tree above him with faint silver radiance, Crawford wakened to a lightly humming voice. It was Frontin who sat beside him at the tip of the promontory, and gaily voiced words which were half-sardonic, half-sad, fitting them to a tune of Old France which ran lightly and merrily enough --
"God made a little crooked tree / And set it on the shore, / A thing of wondrous sanctity / To paynim folk! But presently / Came white men full of charity, / Who gave the redskins eau-de-vie / All up and down the shore.