THE NEW COUNTRY. 43- 
Our occupation was to make 
The lofty forest bow ; 
With axes good, we chopped the wood, 
For well we all knew how; 
We cleared the land for rye and wheat, 
For strangers and ourselves to eat ; 
From maple trees we gathered sweet, 
In the New Country. 
Our roads were winding through the woods, 
Where oft the savage trod ; 
They were not wide, nor scarce a guide, 
But all the ones we had. , . 
Our houses, too, were logs of wood, Sage? 
Rolled up in squares, and corked with mud ; 
If the bark was tight, the roof was good, 
For a New Country. 
The Indians ofttimes made us fear 
That there was danger nigh ; 
The shaggy bear was ofttimes where 
The pig was, in his stye. 
The savage wolves our children dread— 
Ofttimes our fearful mothers said, 
Some beast of prey will take my babe, 
In the New Country. 
We lived in social harmony, 
And drank the purling stream ; 
No Lawyer, Priest, nor Doctor there, 
Was scarcely to be seen. 
Our health it needed not repair— 
No pious man forgot his prayer— 
And who could fee a lawyer there, 
In a New Country? 
Of deerskins we made moccasins, 
To wear upon our feet ; 
The checkered shirt was thought no hurt, 
Good company to keep. 
And when a visit was to pay, 
On a winter’s night, or winter’s day, 
‘The oxen drew the ladies’ sleigh, 
In the New Country. 
