22 EXPULSION OF THE GUARAUNES. 



A blight came down, a blast swept by, 



The cone-roofed cabins fell ; 

 And where that exiled people fled, 



It is not ours to tell. 



Niagara, of the mountains gray, 



Demanded from his throne. 

 And old Ontario's billowy lake 



Prolonged the thunder-tone : 

 Those chieftains at our side who stood 



Upon our christening day, 

 Who gave the glorious names we bear, 



Our sponsors, where are they ? 



And then the fair Ohio charged 



Her many sisters dear, 

 Show me, once more, those stately forms, 



Within my mirror clear. 

 But they replied, Tall barks of pride 



Do cleave our waters blue, 

 And strange keels ride our farthest tide, 



But where's their light canoe. 



Towns and villages now rise where the red men trod, 

 and busy multitudes are seen engaged in the active 

 duties of social life. Others are solely employed in 

 rearing cattle, and hence it happens that in some of 

 the wildest parts, rude huts attract the notice of the 

 traveller, who sees in them the kind of habitations 

 which sheltered our Saxon ancestors ; they are con- 

 structed of stakes and reeds woven together, and 

 covered with hides. Those men who sought their 

 homes on the wild and uncultivated prairies, selected 

 contiguous farms, and their log huts often rose 

 beneath the shelter of the sugar-maples, that formed 

 a skirt of deep and beautiful forest on the banks of 

 the river. " I well remember the day," wrote one of 



