Vt THE FORESTERS. 



From foaming Brandywine's rough shores it came, 

 To sportsmen dear its merits and its name ; 

 Dupont's (19) best Eagle, matchless for its power, 

 Strong, swift and fatal as the bird it bore. 

 Like Jove's dread thunderbolts it with us went, 

 To pour destruction wheresoever sent. 

 These as the)- glistened careless by our side, 

 With many a wishful look the woodsman eyed. 

 Thus bears on beech-nuts, hungry steeds on maize,. 

 Or cats on mice, or hawks on squirrels gaze. 

 His proffered skins of all the forest train, 

 His looks, and his empty horn, implored in vain ; 

 Till to a family's w r ants we freely gave 

 What cold hard-hearted Prudence bade us save. 

 And, now, this treasure on our host bestowed 

 His sun burnt visage at the present glowed ; 

 New moulded bullets quickly he prepared ; 

 Surveyed the glistening grain with fixed regard, 

 Then charged his rifle with the precious store, 

 And threw the horn his brawny shoulders o'er, 

 Secured his spunk, his matches, flint and steel, 

 The dogs in transport barking at his heal ; 

 Then, in his blanket, bade his wife good-by, 

 For three long nights in dreary woods to lie. 

 Our morsel ended, through the pouring rain, 

 O'er barren mountains we proceed again ; 

 And now Wiomi opened on our view, 

 And, far beyond, the Allegheny blue, 

 Immensely stretched ; upon the plain below 

 The painted roofs with gaudy colors glow, 

 And Susquehanna's glittering stream is seen 



