The storm is thick, he surely may have strayed;

Or has he hunted through the weary day

The rapid moose; or in this lonely shade

Seeks he to trap the deer, or make essay

To catch the wily beavers, who have made

Their cunning wigwams in the river’s bed?”

LXIII.

“’Twere hard to tell my brother of the woods

What cause has forced his pale-faced brother here,