To the woods!--to the woods!--&c.

Come, chop away, lads! the wild woods resound,
Let your quick-falling strokes in due harmony ring;
See, the lofty tree shivers--it falls to the ground!
Now with voices united together we'll sing--
To the woods!--to the woods!--The sun shines bright,
The smoke rises high in the clear frosty air;
Our axes are sharp, and our hearts are light,
Let us toil while we can and drive away care,
And drive away care.

J.W.D.M.




CHAPTER XII

THE VILLAGE HOTEL



Well, stranger, here you are all safe and sound;
You're now on shore. Methinks you look aghast,--
As if you'd made some slight mistake, and found
A land you liked not. Think not of the past;
Your leading-strings are cut; the mystic chain
That bound you to your fair and smiling shore