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Wliile they go loaded home with Skins and Furs. 

 'Twere to be wish'd not one of them survived, 

 Thus to infest the World, and phigue Mankind. 

 Curs'd Heatlien Infidels ! mere savage Beasts ! 

 They don't deserve to breathe in Christian Air, 

 And should be hunted down like other Brutes. 



Orsbonrn. 1 only wish the Laws permitted us 

 To hunt the savage Herd where-e'er they're found ; 

 IM never leave the Trade of Hunting then, 

 While (me remain'd to tread and range tiie Wood. 



Hoiinyman. Curse on the Law, I say, that makes it Death 

 To kill an Indian, more than to kill a Snake. 

 What if 'tis Peace ? these Dogs deserve no Mercy ; 

 They kill'd my Father and my eldest Brother, 

 Since which I hate their very Looks and Name. 



Orsbottrn. And I, since they betray 'd and kill'd my Uncle, 

 Tho' these are not the same, 'twould ea<;e my Heart 

 To cleave tiieir painted Heads, and spill their Blood. 

 I do abhor, detest, and hate them all, 

 And now cou'd eat an Indian's Heart with Pleasure. 



Honnyiimn. I'd join you, and soop his savage Brains for Sauce 

 I lose all Patience when I think of them, 

 And, if you will, we'll quickly have amends 

 For our long Travel and successless Hunt, 

 And the sweet Pleasure of Revenge to boot. 



Orsbonrn. What will you do ? Present, and pop one down ? 



Homyinan. Yes, faith, the first we meet well fraught with Furs 

 Or if there's Two, and we can make sure Work, 

 By Jove, we'll ease the Rascals of their Packs, 

 And send them empty home to their own Country. 

 But then observe, that what we do is secret. 

 Or the Hangman will come in for Snacks. 



Orsbonrn. Trust me for that ; I'll join with all my Heart ; 

 Nor with a nicer Aim, or steadier Hand 

 Would shoot a Tyger than I would an Indian. 

 There is a Couple stalking now this way 

 With lusty Packs ; Heav'n favor our Design. 

 Are you well charged ? 



Hoiimjman. I am. Take you the nearest, 

 And mind to fire exactly when I do. 



Orsbonrn. A charming Chance ! 



Honnyman-. Hush, let them still come nearer. 



{They shoot, and run to rifle the Indians, 

 They're down, old Boy, a Brace of noble Bucks ! 



Orsbonrn. Well tallow'd, faith, and noble Hides upon 'em. 



[Taking up a Pack 



