A POEM. 75 



The leggings should be made of tough buckskin, 

 Ta'en from the back, these will protect the shin, 

 Anc bear you harmless through the morning dew, 

 Wh.lst any trowsers would be wetted thro' : 

 Let .hem be made full long, the boots t' o'erlap ; 

 Or, as they always shrink with wet, you'll hap 

 To fird them useless, if at first they're made 

 To fit genteelly, as 'twere for parade ; 

 In sho-t, their value you will much enhance, 

 If you ook more to ease than elegance. 



Caps I dislike, they're always much too warm 

 When witer-proof, and when they're not, a storm 

 Will qubkly wet them thro' : I give my praise 

 To low-crown'd, broad-brimm'd hats, these the 



sin's rays 



From off tie eyes reflect when taking aim, 

 Which makes a difference in your bag of game ; 

 For whosoever fires without such shade, 

 In Titan's ce, his hopes are doom'd to fade 



