Down THE MATTAWAMKEAG. 

Cross and charms hang from the breast pin, 
Bear and beaver, Indian totem ; 
Pendants tinkling at each turning, 
‘¢ Laughing Water” often shook them. 
Quiet sister ’neath the shade tree, 
Prettiest baskets hang above her ; 
Her downcast eyes they seldom see, 
Her heart is with her Indian lover. 
‘‘Laughing Water,” quite bewitching 
Sits gaily chatting with a cronie ; 
Tell’s him of her jolly fishing, 
Speaks lovingly of sister brownie. 
And often laughing with the brooklet, 
Her merry words are ever flowing ; 
While cronie with his ready wit 
Delights to keep the music going. 
While the father tells a cronie 
Much about his trapping, hunting, 
When he was in his prime and hardy, 
And of the deer, in winter herding. 
Of how he caught for winter use 
More’n any udder Indian man ; 
Deer and musquash, big bull moose, 
Dried and smoked the pemican. 
‘‘Laughing Water” nods to father 
As the cronies rise to leave them— 
‘¢Spose my brudders stop to supper, 
Likeum musquash, you much welcome.” 
