TffH FORESTERS. 7 



Toe com stood toped, there pumpkins strewd the 



ground, 

 And driving crowds of blackbirds wheeled around, 

 Far to the south our warblers had withdrawn ; 

 Slow sailed the thistle-down along the lawn; 

 High on the hedge-rows, pendent over head, 

 TV embow'ring vines their purple clusters spread. 

 The buckwheat flails re-echoed from the hill, 

 The creaking cider press was busier still ; 

 Red through the smoky air the wading sun 

 Sunk into fog ere half the day was done ; 

 The air was mild, the roads embrown'd and dry, 

 Sott, m^ck-cyed Indian summer (3) ruled the sky. 



Such was the season when equipt we stood 

 On the green banks of Schuylkill's winding flood, 

 Bound on a tour wide northern forests through, 

 And bade our parting friends a short adieu ; 

 Three cheerful partners, Duncan was the guide, 

 Young, gay, and active, to the forest tried, 

 A stick and knapsack all his little store, 

 With these, whole regions Duncan could explore, 

 Could trace the path to other eye.> unseen, 

 Tell where the panther, deer, or bear had been, 

 The long dull day through swamp and forest roam. 

 Strike up his fire and find himself at home ; 

 Untie his wallet, taste his frugal store, 

 And under shelbury bark profoundly snore. 

 And soon as morning cheered the forest scene, 

 tteeume his knapsack and his path again. 



