LABRADOR JOURNAL 369 



Traps for the Otter, he must uext prepare. 

 Then deathfalls, in the old tall Woods he makes, 

 With Traps between, and the rich Sable takes. 



Now cast your Eyes around, stern Winter see, 

 His progress making, on each fading Tree. 

 The yellow leaf, th' effect of nightly frost, 

 Proclaims his Visit, to our dreary Coast. 

 Fish, Fowl, and Ven'son, now our Tables grace; 

 Roast Beaver too, and e'ery Beast of chase. 

 Luxurious living this! who'd wish for more? 

 Were Quin ' alive, he'd haste to Labrador! 



Some new variety, next Month you'll find; 

 The stately Stag now seeks his much-lov'd Hind. 

 Grown bold with Love, he stalks along the plains; 

 And e'en, to fly from Man, now oft disdains. 

 If, in your Walks, you meet this noble Brute, 

 And with him wish his progress to dispute; 

 Be cool, collected; let him come quite near; 

 Then take your Aim well, and you've nought to fear. 

 If struck not dead, reluctantly he flies; 

 And soon grows faint; then trembling, falls and dies. 

 But shou'd a sudden panic seize your frame, 

 And fear misguide you, in your Point and Aim, 

 Your Error's fatal ; 'tis in vain you fly, 

 T' evade the fury of your Enemy. 



Now Eider-ducks fly South, along the shore; 

 In milder Climes, to pass the winter o'er. 

 At some fit Point, there take your secret stand. 

 And numbers you may kill, from off the land. 



All this is pleasure; but a Man of Sense, 

 Looks to his Traps; 'tis they bring in the Pence. 

 The Otter-.sea.son's short; and soon the frost 

 Will freeze your Traps, then all your Labour's lost. 

 Of Beaver too, one Week will yield you more. 

 Than later, you can hope for, in a Score. 



^ An English actor, 1693 to 1706. One of his most famous parts waa 

 that of KalritaEf. 



