THE FORESTERS. 59 



Here, in deep glens, we groves of shelbarks found. 

 And brought their thousands rattling to the ground. 

 Here clustering grapes on bending saplings grew, 

 And down the loaded vines we laboring drew ; 

 The lucious fruit our vigorous toil repaid, 

 And Bacchus' honors crowned us in the shade. 



Now Keeler's Ferry heartily we hail, 

 And o'er the clear expanse serenely sail ; 

 High up th' adjacent banks again we go, 

 The lessened river winding deep below ; 

 Here rocky masses from the cliffs we tore, 

 And down the mountain made them bounding roar 

 Through tops of crashing pines, with whistling sound, 

 Dashing the thundering; waves in foam around. 

 Now night drew on, dull owls began to scream. 

 We crossed Tunkhannoc's slow and silent stream ; 

 Lodged at a famished inn that near it stood, 

 Of all thincrs destitute save fire and wood ; 

 Old Squares, the owner, indolent and poor, 

 His house unshingled and without a door; 

 No meat, or drink, or bread, or liquor there, 

 As Afric'a wilds, of every comfort bare; 

 But Duncan's load across his cudgel cast. 

 Fruits, birds, and beasts, bespeak a rich repast ; 

 While Leech's knapsack loaves of bread supplied, 

 And mine a cordial for the heart beside : 

 So, sans delay, all hands at once begin, 

 Some pick the pheasants, some the squirrels akin, 

 Soon o'er the lire our crackling nostrums brawl, 

 And *oon, like hungry wolves, to work we fail. 



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