“I’m up a tree,” admitted the bolting M.H.R., "but my back is to the wall and I’ll die in the last ditch, going down with the flags Hying, and from the mountain top of Democracy, hurling defiance at the foe, soar on the wings of triumph, regardless of the party lash that barks at my heels.” He looked up aa though be meant it, too. VT “ ’ ’—,
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXVI, Issue 17, 28 April 1906, Page 45
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