370 CAPTAIN CARTWRIGHT'S 



In paths, the Foxes now, will nightly cruise; 

 But when snow'd up, no longer paths they use. 



November in; the Ships must now be gone, 

 Or wait the Winter, for the Spring's return. 

 The Lakes are fast; the Rivers cease to flow; 

 Now comes the cheerless Day of Frost and Snow. 

 In chains of Ice, the purhng stream is bound; 

 Black Woods remain; but Verdure is not found. 

 And Here we feel, the Tyrant's iron sway, 

 Till a more genial Sun, returns with May. 

 Seals now we take; which, when the Frost's severe. 

 In crouded Shoals, along the Coast appear. 

 Hamper'd in strong-mesh'd Toils, in vain they dive; 

 Their Freedom to regain, in vain they strive; 

 Strangled they die; and with their Skins and Oil, 

 Amply repay expence, and Time, and Toil. 

 By Christmas-Day, this work is always o'er. 

 And Seals and Nets, safe landed on the shore. 



Now blows December with a keener blast; 

 And Ocean's self, in Icy Chains binds fast. 

 Ascend yon Mountain's top; extend your view 

 O'er Neptune's trackless Empire, nor will you. 

 In all his vast Domain, an Opening have, 

 Where foams the Billow, or where heaves the Wave. 

 A dreary Desart all, of Ice and Snow, 

 Which forming Hills, fast into Mountains grow. 

 So cutting cold, now blust'ring Boreas blows, 

 None can with naked Face, his blasts oppose. 

 But well wrapp'd up, we travel out secure. 

 And find Health's blessings, in an Air so pure. 



Now to his Cave, the Black-bear hies his way, 

 Where, lock'd in Sleep, he spends both Night and Day; 

 Nor, till a milder Sun revives his Blood, 

 Wakes from his Dreams, to prowl abroad for food. 

 Not so the White one; ever on the stray 

 In quest of Seals, his present only prey. 

 This monster fierce and strong, you need not fear. 

 If that your Dog attack him in the rear. 



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