192 Tue Aroostook Woops. 

When the crusts disappear, 
Then with nothing to fear, 
We'll again roam at will, 
Through the dingle and dell. 
As the last note of their happy song floats away to leeward, 
the young buck adds, ‘‘ And without more trembling and 
fear, of the well-fed fat doy on his snow-shoes coming after 
us with his great home blacksmith made bowie knife, with a 
piece of our father’s horns for the handle.” 
