88 The Wilson Bulletin— No. 71. 



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We go to mill aud meeting twice a-year.' 



'• 'No curiosities about?' 'Why — yes. 



You've brought a few of them yourselves. I guess.' 

 'What, dollars?' 'Aye. and fi' peunyliits. I swear."'' 



Once more emerging from the woods, a settlement at the 

 Narrows, at Athens, and then up the Tioga river to Newtown. 

 A little beyond the latter place water may be turned into the 

 Chesapeake, or the St. Lawrence by the way of Catherine 

 creek. Forests of enormous walnuts and sugar maples, some 

 of the former trees measuring thirty feet in circumferance, are 

 seen in the vicinity of the Great Catherine's swamp. Wilson 

 induced two striplings to paddle their canoe down a clear 

 deep stream to Seneca lake and temporarily parting from his 

 companions, prepared for a few hours gunning, his comrades 

 trudging along the shore. 



There sits the hawk, inured to feasts of blood. 

 Watching the scaly tenants of the flood. 



Slow round an opening we softly steal. 

 Where four large ducks in playful circles wheel ; 

 The far-famed canvass-backs at once we know 

 Their broad flat bodies wrapt in pencilled snow ; 

 The burnished chestnut o'er their necks then shone, 

 Spread deepening round each breast a sable zone. 



O'er the flat marsh we mark the plover's sweep. 

 And clustering close, their wheeling courses keep. 

 Till, like a tempest, as they past us roar; 

 Whole crowds descend to rise again no more. 



There on the slaty shore, my spoils I spread. 

 Ducks, plover, teal, the dying and the dead ; 

 Two snow-white storks, a crane of tawny hue. 

 Stretched their long necks amid the slaughtered crew 

 A hawk whose claws, white tail, and dappled breast. 

 And eye, his royal pedigree confest ; 

 Snipes, splendid sunnner-dueks, and divers wild. 

 In one high heap trininplKintly I piled. 



