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their corn is by that time threfhed, and the country covered with 
fnow, every operation of hufbandry is at a Hand. 
No inconhderable number of runic fongs, and thofe not of the 
Our townfmen then will ne’er go free* 
But plunder’d evermore will be : 
No; pufs I’ll bake as nature fent her. 
With fkin, fur, all that nature lent her. 
As I faid this, our pufs in hafte 
I roll’d up neatly in a pafte; 
The pafty bak’d, without delay. 
To Uleaborg I took my way; 
I crofs the river on the ice, 
And reached the office in a trice. 
And there I faw my good Commzs t 
And glad, be affiir’d, I was to fee. 
Saluting, I my prefent make. 
Taking from out my bag a cake : 
What’s this you’ve brought me here, cried he. 
This is not furely meant for me; 
Here, take your cake, I pray now, back, 
You’ve fomething better in that fack; 
You peafants of Paldamo never 
Come hither without fomething clever 5 
I know, at home, you’re ne’er without 
Fifh-pafties, either jack or trout: 
Come, fearch your bag, and fet me down 
One fhall do credit to your town. 
Thus fpoke the Commis *, you may fwear, 
Thefe words I was well pleas’d to hear .5 
So out I lugg’d, without demur, 
Pufs in the pafty, fkin and fur. 
Better receiv’d no gift cou’d be; 
Aye, this is fomething like ! cried he ; 
Now, my good peafant, for the fake 
Of this, you muft refrefhment take. 
Coffee 
