CHAP. XII. —A Change in our Prospects—In a Canoe—Nearing the Rapids—Dandelion Coffee
CHAP. XIII. —The Magic Spell—“The Sleighs are Come!”—Leaving the Bush—End of Life in the Backwoods
LIFE IN THE BACKWOODS
A SEQUEL TO ROUGHING IT IN THE BUSH.
CHAPTER I. A JOURNEY TO THE WOODS.
'Tis well for us poor denizens of earth
That God conceals the future from our gaze;
Or Hope, the blessed watcher on Life's tower,
Would fold her wings, and on the dreary waste
Close the bright eye that through the murky clouds
Of blank Despair still sees the glorious sun.