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THE Aroostook Woops. 

Sun now well up o’er the hill top 
On its journey nearer heaven ; 
Drinking every little dew drop 
Cronies onward march again. 
Leave the rocks of granite bleaching 
On their south and sunny side ; 
With the ferns and mosses peeping 
From the north side where they hide. 
Leave the down pines sleeping, dreaming, 
Beneath the spruce and rocky waste, 
Where the eagle once was screaming, 
Where the nighthawk makes her nest. 
Down beneath the chubby spruces 
Leave behind the fell delighting ; 
Stepping over ferns and mosses 
As little streamlet calls inviting. 
Now the way is down the woodland 
And oft beside the little streamlet ; 
Beauty shows on every hand 
From the gray rocks to the inlet. 
All the way is pleasant walking, e 
Quiet chatting, naught to do; 
Listening, 
Down the line to the canoe. 
watching, all observing, 
By the large, old hollow pine, 
Close beside the trapping line ; 
Here cronies peeping in, discern 
Black twinkling eyes of porcupine. 
