"ALICE, THE COUNTRY MAIDEN, WITH THE SWEET, LOVING FACE,
SUNG THESE WORDS TO AN OLD AIR, WITH AN UNSTUDIED GRACE."
"'Twas in the fall o' '50 that I set out, one day,
To hunt for deer an' turkey, or what came in my way;
And wanderin' through the forest, my home I did not seek,
Until I was gone from the cabin the better part of a week.
"As Saturday's sun was creeping its western ladder down,
I stopped for a bit of supper at the house of Neighbor Brown.
He was no less my neighbor that he lived ten miles away;
For neighborhoods then was different from what they are to-day.