THE CHAMOIS HUNTER. 303 



The lines I have here attempted to render in English 

 verse, are written in the original in a Bavarian dialect. 



2Hje Cjjamois punter's ^oltloqug. 



" Ha ! what a glorious deep ravine ! 



Hence I can see far round : 

 Here on this spot I '11 sit me down, 



A better can't be found. 

 A chamois must be up among 



Those latschen near yon blocks ; 

 And if he cross to yonder slope, 



He must pass down those rocks. 

 And down below I tracked a stag 



As big as any cow : 

 He too will soon be on the move, 



And here I 've chance enow." 



So there the Hunter takes his seat, 



The hours roll by apace, 

 And thinks of all that might appear, 



At such a famous place. 

 If only he 'd a little luck ! 



If but a lynx would come ! 

 " Old Johann once did shoot one so, 



And here I know are some. 

 A lynx ! Ay, that 's not easy though, 



The surface is but small." 

 Then he takes aim, and thinks that he 



Could hit one with a ball. 

 " And Michael too, — just such a place 



'Twas where he saw the bear ; 

 Now if he came and trudged along 



Eight down the pathway there, 

 He'd get knocked over the ravine : — 



What would our Eanger say ? 

 And how they'd question me, and stare! 



There 'd be fine work that day ! 

 My lassie would be proud of me, 



She'd tell it all the folk; 

 'Twould bring me seventy gulden too, 



Faith, that were no bad joke ! 



