That led to empire; but with patience bore
Cold, parching thirst, and fever’s dread attack;
While ancient Twilight, to return no more,
From far Otsego fled to Erie’s rock-bound shore.
They toiled, though Hunger with his wasted mien,
Stalked through their infant settlements, and night
Lured from the gloomy cavern, gaunt and lean,
Droves of disturbing wolves, that hated light,
Some wan and trembling mourner to affright
With their dismaying howls, around the place