The Spirit of the Po-tog-on~og 



By IVAN SWIFT 



Out of the fog 



Of a Michigan bog — 



A hump and a bump! 



And a thump ! thump ! thump ! 



It's never a bittern or blubbering frog 



Calling a bug or a polly-go-wog — 



But the moan of the ghost of the Po-tog-on-og ! 



Tlump ! tlump ! tlump 



It's not the clog 



Of Gog-ma-gog — 



Come up with a jump 



And a clump ! clump ! clump ! 



Or the guttural blurt of a beagle dog, 



Nor yet the grunt of a Jibway hog — 



But the wail of the hosts of the Po-tog-on-og ! 



Tlump! tlump! tlump! 



Time will jog 



And jump his cog, 



But never can trump 



The stump, stump, stump, 



That gulluped the fog for a morning grog — 



The spook of a corn-mill made of a log 



Will guard at the grave of the Po-tog-on-og ! 



Tlump ! tlump ! tlump ! 



* Po-tog-on-og is the plural of Ojibway for the hollow log used in 

 pounding wild rice. — Editor. 



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