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THE Aroostook Woops. 

And while sailing down the inlet 
Bow-end cronie skips the fly, 
Takes half a dozen spotted troutlet, 
Prepares them on the way to fry. 
Out upon broad, open water 
Speeds the bark as dip the paddles , 
Thankful.for the sunny weather, 
Light of heart as flitting swallows. 
Yet in their souls a depth of feeling, 
A grateful, quiet, happy gladness ; 
While o’er the wildwood shadows sailing, 
On a mirror of His hills and valleys. 
Around the rocky point of white sands, 
With just a zephyr from the west winds, 
Gently lifting up the fir ends, 
Here cronies land at foot of highlands 
Here they land them at the brookside, 
At the welcome hour of noonday ; 
And while the luncheon they provide 
The merry songsters trill the lay. 
Here the caribou have been drinking — 
The tracks were made the night before; 
Up the hemlock an ow] sits blinking, 
Waiting for the sun to lower. 
But as the smoke is wafted to him, 
Eyes open wide and with a sneeze, 
Quickly leaves his shady limb 
And sails away behind the trees, 
