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A Welcome from the Soul of the Niger

hail! he, who sail’d thro’ those long nights in the hobs of niger’s hidden chambers amongst those weird shades of the niger; hail! he, who came in with those trophies from the living-dead those trophies of my ancestors the ancestors of my red earth the red earth of my forest the forest of my drum the drum of my clan the clan of my birth – hail! to the eyes of the forest

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