18 SPOET IN NORTH AMERICA. 



leg and riveted to the bole of the tree which gave 

 him shelter. 



In all prohabilit}', the Staten Island eagle is now 

 dead, whether of the liver complaint vrhich usuall}' 

 attacks his race, or of pining away, or of sheer rage 

 and vexation. 



THE WILD HOESE. 



During my stay in the United States, I visited 

 the prairies twice, and lived among the Eed Indians. 

 It was on the occasion of my second journe}- across 

 the American desert that we found ourselves one 

 morning, in the month of October, 1848, among a 

 cham of steep and barren mountains, amid which 

 flowed a stream like a chain of silver. It was full 

 of fish, and the banks were of turf, enamelled with 

 flowers. In the distance, on the brow of the moun- 

 tain which overlooked the valley, were trees whose 

 foliage was fresh and bright, whose boles were 

 covered A^dth emerald moss, and on which the eye 

 rested with pleasure, ior they contrasted with the mo- 

 notony of the vast solitudes which we had traversed, 

 after quitting the marshj^ banks of the Mississipj^i. 

 You might have taken it for an English garden, 

 designed by the ablest of English horticulturists. 



In the distance, v/e perceived a troop of wild 



