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The Black Arrow
- Form
- Form Novel
- Year
- Year 1888
- Pages
- Pages 250
Old Nick Appleyard stands in his cabbage patch grumbling about the archery of his youth, when a shaft comes out of the wood and takes him between the shoulders. Nailed to the church door that morning is a rhyme in a rough hand, promising four black arrows for four griefs and naming the men they are meant for.
Ye shull each have your own part, A blak arrow in each blak heart.
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