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A JOURNAL	A
DEDICATED TO MY FELLOW TRAVELLERS IN AUGUST	B
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Wise and polite and if I drew	C
Their several portraits you would own	D
Chaucer had no such worthy crew	C
Nor Boccace in Decameron	D
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We crossed Champlain to Keeseville with our friends	E
Thence in strong country carts rode up the forks	F
Of the Ausable stream intent to reach	G
The Adirondac lakes At Martin's Beach	G
We chose our boats each man a boat and guide	H
Ten men ten guides our company all told	I
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Next morn we swept with oars the Saranac	J
With skies of benediction to Round Lake	J
Where all the sacred mountains drew around us	K
Tahawus Seaward MacIntyre Baldhead	I
And other Titans without muse or name	L
Pleased with these grand companions we glide on	D
Instead of flowers crowned with a wreath of hills	M
And made our distance wider boat from boat	I
As each would hear the oracle alone	D
By the bright morn the gay flotilla slid	I
Through files of flags that gleamed like bayonets	N
Through gold moth haunted beds of pickerel flower	O
Through scented banks of lilies white and gold	I
Where the deer feeds at night the teal by day	I
On through the Upper Saranac and up	P
Pere Raquette stream to a small tortuous pass	Q
Winding through grassy shallows in and out	I
Two creeping miles of rushes pads and sponge	R
To Follansbee Water and the Lake of Loons	S
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Northward the length of Follansbee we rowed	I
Under low mountains whose unbroken ridge	T
Ponderous with beechen forest sloped the shore	U
A pause and council then where near the head	I
On the east a bay makes inward to the land	I
Between two rocky arms we climb the bank	J
And in the twilight of the forest noon	D
Wield the first axe these echoes ever heard	I
We cut young trees to make our poles and thwarts	V
Barked the white spruce to weatherfend the roof	W
Then struck a light and kindled the camp fire	O
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The wood was sovran with centennial trees	X
Oak cedar maple poplar beech and fir	O
Linden and spruce In strict society	I
Three conifers white pitch and Norway pine	D
Five leaved three leaved and two leaved grew thereby	Y
Our patron pine was fifteen feet in girth	Z
The maple eight beneath its shapely tower	O
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'Welcome ' the wood god murmured through the leaves	A2
'Welcome though late unknowing yet known to me '	-
Evening drew on stars peeped through maple boughs	B2
Which o'erhung like a cloud our camping fire	O
Decayed millennial trunks like moonlight flecks	C2
Lit with phosphoric crumbs the forest floor	U
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Ten scholars wonted to lie warm and soft	I
In well hung chambers daintily bestowed	I
Lie here on hemlock boughs like Sacs and Sioux	C
And greet unanimous the joyful change	D2
So fast will Nature acclimate her sons	E2
Though late returning to her pristine ways	F2
Off soundings seamen do not suffer cold	I
And in the forest delicate clerks unbrowned	I
Sleep on the fragrant brush as on down beds	G2
Up with the dawn they fancied the light air	H2
That circled freshly in their forest dress	I2
Made them to boys again Happier that they	I
Slipped off their pack of duties leagues behind	I
At the first mounting of the giant stairs	J2
No placard on these rocks warned to the polls	K2
No door bell heralded a visitor	O
No courier waits no letter came or went	I
Nothing was ploughed or reaped or bought or sold	I
The frost might glitter it would blight no crop	L2
The falling rain will spoil no holiday	I
We were made freemen of the forest laws	M2
All dressed like Nature fit for her own ends	E
Essaying nothing she cannot perform	N2
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In Adirondac lakes	O2
At morn or noon the guide rows bareheaded	I
Shoes flannel shirt and kersey trousers make	J
His brief toilette at night or in the rain	D
He dons a surcoat which he doffs at morn	D
A paddle in the right hand or an oar	U
And in the left a gun his needful arms	P2
By turns we praised the stature of our guides	Q2
Their rival strength and suppleness their skill	R2
To row to swim to shoot to build a camp	S2
To climb a lofty stem clean without boughs	B2
Full fifty feet and bring the eaglet down	D
Temper to face wolf bear or catamount	I
And wit to track or take him in his lair	H2
Sound ruddy men frolic and innocent	I
In winter lumberers in summer guides	Q2
Their sinewy arms pull at the oar untired	I
Three times ten thousand strokes from morn to eve	T2
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Look to yourselves ye polished gentlemen	D
No city airs or arts pass current here	U2
Your rank is all reversed let men of cloth	V2
Bow to the stalwart churls in overalls	W2
They are the doctors of the wilderness	K
And we the low prized laymen	D
In sooth red flannel is a saucy test	I
Which few can put on with impunity	I
What make you master fumbling at the oar	U
Will you catch crabs Truth tries pretension here	U2
The sallow knows the basket maker's thumb	X2
The oar the guide's Dare you accept the tasks	Y2
He shall impose to find a spring trap foxes	Z2
Tell the sun's time determine the true north	A3
Or stumbling on through vast self similar woods	B3
To thread by night the nearest way to camp	S2
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Ask you how went the hours	C3
All day we swept the lake searched every cove	D3
North from Camp Maple south to Osprey Bay	I
Watching when the loud dogs should drive in deer	E3
Or whipping its rough surface for a trout	I
Or bathers diving from the rock at noon	D
Challenging Echo by our guns and cries	F3
Or listening to the laughter of the loon	D
Or in the evening twilight's latest red	I
Beholding the procession of the pines	G3
Or later yet beneath a lighted jack	J
In the boat's bows a silent night hunter	O
Stealing with paddle to the feeding grounds	H3
Of the red deer to aim at a square mist	I
Hark to that muffled roar a tree in the woods	B3
Is fallen but hush it has not scared the buck	J
Who stands astonished at the meteor light	I
Then turns to bound away is it too late	I
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Sometimes we tried our rifles at a mark	J
Six rods sixteen twenty or forty five	I3
Sometimes our wits at sally and retort	I
With laughter sudden as the crack of rifle	A
Or parties scaled the near acclivities	B3
Competing seekers of a rumoured lake	J
Whose unauthenticated waves we named	I
Lake Probability our carbuncle	A
Long sought not found	I
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Two Doctors in the camp	S2
Dissected the slain deer weighed the trout's brain	D
Captured the lizard salamander shrew	O
Crab mice snail dragon fly minnow and moth	V2
Insatiate skill in water or in air	O
Waved the scoop net and nothing came amiss	B3
The while one leaden pot of alcohol	A
Gave an impartial tomb to all the kinds	B3
Not less the ambitious botanist sought plants	B3
Orchis and gentian fern and long whip scirpus	B3
Rosy polygonum lake margin's pride	I
Hypnum and hydnum mushroom sponge and moss	B3
Or harebell nodding in the gorge of falls	B3
Above the eagle flew the osprey screamed	I
The raven croaked owls hooted the woodpecker	O
Loud hammered and the heron rose in the swamp	J3
As water poured through the hollows of the hills	B3
To feed this wealth of lakes and rivulets	B3
So Nature shed all beauty lavishly	A
From her redundant horn	D
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Lords of this realm	K3
Bounded by dawn and sunset and the day	I
Rounded by hours where each outdid the last	I
In miracles of pomp we must be proud	I
As if associates of the sylvan gods	B3
We seemed the dwellers of the zodiac	J
So pure the Alpine element we breathed	I
So light so lofty pictures came and went	I
We trode on air contemned the distant town	D
Its timorous ways big trifles and we planned	I
That we should build hard by a spacious lodge	L3
And how we should come hither with our sons	B3
Hereafter willing they and more adroit	I
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Hard fare hard bed and comic misery	A
The midge the blue fly and the mosquito	I
Painted our necks hands ankles with red bands	B3
But on the second day we heed them not	I
Nay we saluted them Auxiliaries	B3
Whom earlier we had chid with spiteful names	B3
For who defends our leafy tabernacle	A
From bold intrusion of the travelling crowd	I
Who but the midge mosquito and the fly	A
Which past endurance sting the tender cit	I
But which we learn to scatter with a smudge	M3
Or baffle by a veil or slight by scorn	D
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Our foaming ale we drunk from hunters' pans	B3
Ale and a sup of wine Our steward gave	N3
Venison and trout potat	I