[124] I don't know how it is, but my presentiments all favor our being licked, and no ciphering and no argufying can make them any better. So I am ready for that, and have set about sharpening my knives and getting out my war-paint, and practising the battle-yell for the sharp work and joyous which is to come after. And so God bless you.And thus it ever was with Dana through life. Never cast down, never discouraged, and never accepting defeat as final, but sharpening his knives and freshening his war-paint, he threw himself into the next campaign with all the joyous love of battle that a Viking chieftain could have displayed.
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