Roughing It In The Bush, By Susanna Moodie











































































































































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hunter as with an old friend; and we never met again. His fate was a
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We Parted With The Hunter As With An Old Friend; And We Never Met Again.

His fate was a sad one.

After we left that part of the country, he fell into a moping melancholy, which ended in self-destruction. But a kinder, warmer-hearted man, while he enjoyed the light of reason, has seldom crossed our path.

THE DYING HUNTER TO HIS DOG

Lie down, lie down, my noble hound! That joyful bark give o'er; It wakes the lonely echoes round, But rouses me no more. Thy lifted ears, thy swelling chest, Thine eye so keenly bright, No longer kindle in my breast The thrill of fierce delight; As following thee, on foaming steed, My eager soul outstripp'd thy speed.

Lie down, lie down, my faithful hound! And watch this night with me. For thee again the horn shall sound, By mountain, stream, and tree; And thou, along the forest glade, Shall track the flying deer When, cold and silent, I am laid In chill oblivion here. Another voice shall cheer thee on, And glory when the chase is won.

Lie down, lie down, my gallant hound! Thy master's life is sped; And, couch'd upon the dewy ground, 'Tis thine to watch the dead. But when the blush of early day Is kindling in the sky, Then speed thee, faithful friend, away, And to my Agnes hie; And guide her to this lonely spot, Though my closed eyes behold her not.

Lie down, lie down, my trusty hound! Death comes, and now we part. In my dull ear strange murmurs sound - More faintly throbs my heart; The many twinkling lights of Heaven Scarce glimmer in the blue - Chill round me falls the breath of even, Cold on my brow the dew; Earth, stars, and heavens are lost to sight - The chase is o'er!

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