THE PERIBONCA AND TSCHOTAGAMA 201 



The sunset glow, as heaven sweet, fair night hath fled before, 

 The torrent dashing at our feet comes from Sotogamore. 

 The beaver and the bear alone our little islet ken, 

 It is a kingdom all our own, far from all haunts of men. 



That isle, an emblem of our life ; we pause, the rocks among, 

 No sooner past one danger rife, another crag has sprung 

 To menace us from horrid foam amid the torrent's roar, 

 As when we southward made for home from far Sotogamore." 



