The Log-Cock i) 
If with summer heat half-fainting 
On Chocorua's slope you linger, 
Ossipee and Tamworth water 
In the distant sunbeams flashing, 
Once again with sudden wonder 
You may hear the log-cock's signal, 
Weird, unearthly, fear inspiring. 
To his mate, perhaps, a love note, 
To their young in hollow tree-trunk 
It may tell of tender morsels. 
Found beneath the mouldering pine bark. 
When the blade of greed and commerce 
Robs the Saco of its woodland. 
Strips the mad Pemigewasset 
Of its sheltering birch and hemlock. 
Fells from Ossipee to Paugus, 
Bares the crest of Passaconway, 
Then the log-cock too will vanish, 
Seeking death or distant refuge, 
Shunning man, the sure destroyer, 
Man who wastes the ancient forests. 
