"A blithe reply he whistles back,

And follows out the devious track,

O'er fallen tree and mossy stone--

A path to all, save him, unknown.

Cobos! cobos! far down the dell

More faintly falls the cattle-bell.

"See the dark swamp before him throws

A tangled maze of cedar boughs;

On all around deep silence broods,

In nature's boundless solitudes.