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To peace so perfect, that the young behold
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 he is unable to follow, or overtake them, be perisbes alone in the Desart; unless he sbould 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 Another day, a single one ! Too soon despair o'er me prevailed; Too soon my heartless spirit failed; When you were gone my limbs were stronger, And Oh how grievously I rue, That, afterwards, a little longer, My friends, I did not follow you ! For strong and without pain I lay, My friends, when you were gone away.