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To peace so perfect, that the
behold With envy, what the old man hardly feels.
- I asked him whither he was bound, and what
OF A FORSAKEN
[Wben a Northern Indian, from sickness, is unable to continue bis journey with bis companions ; he is left behind, covered over with Deer-skins, and is supplied with water, food, and
fuel if the situation of the place will afford it. He is informed of the track which his companions intend to pursue, and if be is unable to follow, or overtake them, be perishes alone in the Desart; unless he should have the good fortune to fall in with some other Tribes of Indians.
It is unnecessary to add that the females are equally, or still more, exposed to the same fate. See that very interesting work,
Hearne's Journey from Hudson's Bay to the Northern Ocean. In the bigh Northern Latititudes, as the same writer informs us, when the Northern Lights vary their position in the air, they make a rustling and a crackling noise. This circumstance is alluded to in the first stanza of the following poem.]
Before I see another day,
My fire is dead : it knew no pain ;
Alas! you might have dragged me on