Tne Aroostook Woops. 


Slowly drifting on such mirrors, 
Silent, quiet, dreamily thinking ; 
Oft come quickly little terrors, 
Then wide awake, to guard from sinking. 
Again they hear the rivulet, 
Music suited to the wildwood ; 
Oh, they never can forget 
The brooklets merry, singing mood. 
Ahead they see the snowy eddy 
White with little balls of foam ; 
‘‘ Hold the bark a moment, steady,” 
‘‘ Skip your flies, then trail them home.” 
Slapping’s often out in midstream, 
See! leaping gaily in the air; 
The like of this not often seen, 
Trout are jumping everywhere. 
Leaping from the snowy eddy 
Ever willing to accept ; 
Always one or more are ready 
To come in from out the wet. 
Flip, flap, floppity, ‘‘ High! 
Hold the net pard, I have two.” 
‘‘And the third one, ain’t they spry?” 
‘¢ Let her go pard, that’! do.” 
Swiftly gliding, much enjoying, 
Both sit gazing naught to do; 
Paddle moving, simply toying 
Merely guiding the canoe. 

