“Niagara surely don’t make such a din;
[p17]
Let us get in this tree, ’tis the squirrel’s old barn,
And (as Captain Seal says) I’ll there spin a yarn.
I awoke very early to come to this feast,
Ere the sun warm’d the top of that hill in the east,
And forth from my lodging proceeded to creep,
For the wild turkey’s ‘gobble’ had broken my sleep.
Then I climb’d some tall maize plants, and ate up the ears,
And enjoy’d the repast, notwithstanding my fears;
For great is my awe of the red Indian’s gun,