44 THE FORESTERS. 



Thus up Tioga's side we thundering steered, 

 Till Newtown, glittering on its banks appeared ; 

 Where opening hills, retiring, wide display, 

 On level plains a city rising gay ; 

 Hanged on the northern bank, so smooth and green, 

 Rich busy stores and waving signs are seen ; 

 With crowding boats that here for freight attend, 

 And deeply loaded to the sea descend. 

 Here, when soft Spring dissolves the wastes of snows, 

 And wide and deep the roaring river flows, 

 Huge loaded arks (27) rush down the boiling tide, 

 And winding through wild woods triumphant ride, 

 Hills, towering steeps and precipices high, 

 Rich plains and hanging rocks behind them fly; 

 The watchful pilot every eddy eyes, 

 As down the torrent's foaming course he flies; 

 Views, with stern look, the frightful falls disclose, 

 And down th' outrageous breakers headlong goes ; 

 A thousand toils, a thousand dangers past, 

 Columbia's (28) harbor shelters them at last. 



With lingering steps the busy streets we trace, 

 Pleased with the pospect of this growing place ; 

 Though now so gay, scarce fifteen years have flown 

 Since two loo- huts were all that it could own ; 

 Since waving reeds and scrubby ground-oak grew 

 Where stores and taverns now arrest the view. 

 Around the tree where panthers lurked for prey, 

 Now evening groups of laughing children play ; 

 And churches neat, their pious crowds enclose 

 Where Indian fires and midnight yells arose. 



