Sees the beasts of the forest just ’mergd from their lair,
But cheerful and tranquil, I cast my eyes o’er
The wide-spreading Platt, where I ne’er roamd before.
Its banks are all plat, and its islands are flat,
Its waters are tranquil, and turbid at that.
Protrusion of sandbars are seen all along,
To hinder the boatman—here’s nought of his song.
Still anxious for knowledge, I turnd me around.
And saw at short distance what coverd the ground.
’Twere wagons, full many, an Oregon train,