30 TIIE FORESTERS. 



Hew down the wheaten loaf, o'er whose thick side 

 The ample sheets of yellow butter glide, 

 While piles of bones like polished ivory, rise, 

 And the starved boors look on with wild surprise. 

 Such blessed comforts health and hunger bring, 

 The hunter feasts more nobly than the king, 

 Whose sated appetite, by luxury cloyed, 

 Even richest sauces satiate unenjoyed. 



The table cleared, oar journal we survey, 

 And minute down the wanderings of the day ; 

 For fresh materials at our host inquire, 

 Who broiled his brawny limbs before the fire. 

 44 What township *s this, old daddy 1 " Why — hm- 



well; 

 Township ] The dickens, sir, if I can tell ; 

 Its Pennsylvania, though. Right, daddy Squares. 

 M Who are your nearest neighbors V Why, the bears. 

 44 No mill or school-house near you ?" Yes, we 've one 

 Beyond the church a piece on Panther's Run. 

 44 Is church far distant daddy !" Why — hm — no ; 

 Down Susquehanna, twenty miles or so. 

 44 You go to preaching then ]" Besure ; that's clear • 

 We go to mill and meeting twice a year. 

 14 No curiosities about ?*' Why — yes, 

 You 've brought a few of them yourselves, I guess. 

 44 What, dollars V Aye, and fV-pennybits, I declare 

 Are downright rarities among us here. 

 Thus passed the evening till the time of bed, 

 When to a kennel we at last were led ; 

 There, slumbering, shivered till the dawn of day, 

 Then quit this scurvy cave, and marched away. 



