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BIG GAME OF NORTH AMERICA. 



The plowshare turns up his horns — 



Grand relics of the past! — 

 Coeval with the mighty trees 



Which bent beneath the blast; 

 Coeval with the stately tribes 



Which trod the Ottawa's shore, 

 Who, with our fading forests, 



Shall soon.be seen no more. 



