THE Aroostook Woops. 


Brook and maiden sing together 
Laughing, singing maid and brooklet ; 
The cronies gaze one to the other 
Wondering had the faries met. 
Dipping outward from the shadows 
The fairy camp was all in view ; 
An Indian with two comely daughters 
Tent and fire and birch canoe. 
An Indian trapper and his daughters 
Camping by the charming river, 
Trapping musquash on its waters 
Each one helping one another. 
Slightly startled were the brownies, 
Not a whit disturbed the father, 
As just glancing to the maidens 
Asks, ‘will stop you rest my brudder?” 
Singing daughter, smiling, pleasing, 
They much admiring happy camping ; 
The father cordially inviting, 
Cronies step out at the landing. 
Find they there a happy grouping, 
‘¢ Laughing Water” musquash cooking ; 
A quiet sister basket making, 
Dear old fader musquash skinning. 
Each maiden wore a shawl of scarlet 
Fastened each with brooch of silver 
Which ‘‘ Laughing Water” says ‘‘is much old, 
Cause once belonged to two grand mudder.” 
