366 CAPTAIN CARTWRIGHT'S 



If in the shooting Bears, or black or white, 

 If in this larger Game, you take delight, 

 In summer time, to some large Stream repair, 

 Yet mind no Salmon-crew inhabit there. 

 This savage Tribe, averse to social joys, 

 Frequent those parts, most free from Men and noise; 

 Save, where the Cataract's stupendous height. 

 Stops the fleet Salmon in their sportive flight. 

 Bears in abundance oft' frequent this place. 

 And noble Skins your Victory will grace. 

 Of the Black-bear you need not be afraid ; 

 But killing White ones, is a dangerous Trade. 

 In this be cool, and well direct your Lead, 

 And take your Aim at either Heart or Head; 

 For struck elsewhere, your Piece not level'd true. 

 Not long you'll live, your erring hand to rue. 

 To kill this Beast, the Rifle I like best; 

 With Elbows on my Knees my Gun I rest. 

 For self-defence, the double Gun I prize. 

 Loaded with Shot, directed at his Eyes. 



Or would you rather a stout Rein-deer kill, 

 (July now in) observe and climb some hill, 

 Environ'd by extent of open ground; 

 For there the Rein-deer at this time are found. " 

 Nor walk about, but from a Station watch, 

 And soon his motions with your Eye you'll catch. 

 Be steady now; with cautious Eye explore 

 The Wind's true quarter, or your sport is o'er. 

 Nor less his Eye and Ear demand your care; 

 No Beast more quick can see, more quick can hear. 

 Yet oft' his curious eye invites his fate, 

 And makes him see his Error when too late. 

 With strict Attention all your ground survey; 

 To steal up Wind, then take your silent way. 

 Shoes with fur soles, the sportsman ought to wear; 

 Your lightest footsteps, else, he's sure to hear. 

 If unperceiv'd, you've work'd with toil and pain, 

 Lie still awhile till you your Breath regain. 

 A Deer in feeding looks upon the ground: 

 Then to advance the surest time is found. 



