THE RUFFED GROUSE 
CE and snow incase Chocorua, 
Ice and snow press down the 
forests, 
Ice and snow enthrall the rivers, 
Under ice and snow the lake groans. 
Sends wild moanings to the mountains, 
Tells its pain to gloomy Paugus, 
Starts the deer on Passaconway. 
Few and feeble are the sun's rays, 
Coming late and going early. 
Long the nights and chill their breathings, 
Scant the song of birds in these days. 
When the pallid sun has vanished 
Under Osceola's ledges, 
When the lengthening shadows mingle 
In a sombre sea of twilight, 
