A teamster cursed as the Poor Fellows ordered his wagon out of the way.
And here the teamster, on his way to Portland market, would put up for the night; and, if a bachelor, might sit an hour beyond the usual bedtime, and steal a kiss from the mountain maid at parting.
Look at the teamster on the highway, wending to market by day or night; does any divinity stir within him?
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