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ped the precipice, And like an arrow seemed to shoot Adown the deep abyss. Beside the base that solstice day A city chap who chanced to stray Was shooting somewhat, too; Who, when the nugget sped that way, His firelock quickly drew. While right and left he sought the quail, Or the timid hare that crossed his trail, Rang out a wild "Ha! ha!" That might have turned the visage pale Of a red-skinned Chippewa. The game was his--for it made him quail; He flung his gun and fled the vale, The mountain-dwellers say, As though pursued by a comet's tail-- And disappeared for aye. Never Had a Chance Fresh from piano, school, and books, A happy girl with rosy looks Young Plowman wooed and won; despite Her pretty, pouting prejudice, Her deep distaste for rural bliss Or countryfied delight. Romance through all her nature ran-- Indeed, to wed a husband-man Suffused her ardent maiden thought; But lofty fancy dwelt upon A new "Queen Anne," a terraced lawn, A city's corner lot. Her lily fingers that so well Could paint a scene--in aquarelle-- Or broider plush with leaves and vines, No more of real labor knew Than waxen petals of the dew On native eglantines. Anon, with lapse of tender ways That emphasized the courting days, The housewife in her apron blue, As mistress of her new abode, By frequent lachrymations showed Her grief and blunders too. The butter-making, bread and cheese, The old folks difficult to please, The harvest hands--voracious bears!-- The infantry, a parent's pride, By duos proudly classified: So multiplied her cares. The treadmill round of duties that Makes any life inane and flat, Without diversion sandwiched in, The drudgery, the overplus Of toil and trouble arduous, Were rugged discipline. What time for books and music, when The lambs were bleating in their pen, The chickens peeping at the door; The rodent gnawing at the churn, The buckwheat wafers crisped to burn, The kettle boiling o'er? To _hers_, so far between and few, What resting-spells the farmer knew! What intervals for culture! and When intellect assumed the race, He peerless held the foremost place--
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