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The maul. by Mary E. Nealy. I saw a boy in a black-jack wood, With a tall, lank, awkward “figger,” Striking away with his heavy maul, By the side of a young slave , “nigger.” And he said to himself, “I'll maul away, And cleave a path before me; I'll hew all black jacks' out of my way, ‘Till the Star of Fame shines o'er me.” I saw him again on a broad swift stream; But the maul this time was a paddle, And I watched the tiny rainbow's gleam, As he made the waves skedaddle. And he said, “I'll paddle away, away, Till space shall flee before me; And I yet shall live to see the day When the Star of Fame shines o'er me.” I saw him again, with his musty books, A-pondering Coke and Story; And little there was in his homely looks To tell of his future glory. But he said, “I'll master, I know I will, The difficult task before me; I'll maul my way through the hard world still, Till the Star of Fame shines o'er me.” I saw him again, when he rose to cope, Hand to hand, with