AKi l l i n gby Wm. B. Green.Illustration by Harry C. Edwards.A shot rings out in the forest’s side;Its signal of death strikes the Moose King’s heart,And the Indian hunter views with prideHow his skill as a huntsman has won its part.But the Shadow that fallson the ground belowForetells the timewhen he, too,shall go.A shot rings out in the forest’s side;Its signal of death strikes the Moose King’s heart,And the Indian hunter views with prideHow his skill as a huntsman has won its part.But the Shadow that fallson the ground belowForetells the timewhen he, too,shall go.
by Wm. B. Green.
Illustration by Harry C. Edwards.
A shot rings out in the forest’s side;Its signal of death strikes the Moose King’s heart,And the Indian hunter views with prideHow his skill as a huntsman has won its part.But the Shadow that fallson the ground belowForetells the timewhen he, too,shall go.
A shot rings out in the forest’s side;Its signal of death strikes the Moose King’s heart,And the Indian hunter views with prideHow his skill as a huntsman has won its part.But the Shadow that fallson the ground belowForetells the timewhen he, too,shall go.
A shot rings out in the forest’s side;Its signal of death strikes the Moose King’s heart,And the Indian hunter views with prideHow his skill as a huntsman has won its part.But the Shadow that fallson the ground belowForetells the timewhen he, too,shall go.
A shot rings out in the forest’s side;
Its signal of death strikes the Moose King’s heart,
And the Indian hunter views with pride
How his skill as a huntsman has won its part.
But the Shadow that fallson the ground below
Foretells the timewhen he, too,shall go.
A shot rings out in the forest’s side;Its signal of death strikes the Moose King’s heart,And the Indian hunter views with prideHow his skill as a huntsman has won its part.But the Shadow that fallson the ground belowForetells the timewhen he, too,shall go.
A shot rings out in the forest’s side;Its signal of death strikes the Moose King’s heart,And the Indian hunter views with prideHow his skill as a huntsman has won its part.But the Shadow that fallson the ground belowForetells the timewhen he, too,shall go.
A shot rings out in the forest’s side;Its signal of death strikes the Moose King’s heart,And the Indian hunter views with prideHow his skill as a huntsman has won its part.But the Shadow that fallson the ground belowForetells the timewhen he, too,shall go.
A shot rings out in the forest’s side;Its signal of death strikes the Moose King’s heart,And the Indian hunter views with prideHow his skill as a huntsman has won its part.But the Shadow that fallson the ground belowForetells the timewhen he, too,shall go.
A shot rings out in the forest’s side;
Its signal of death strikes the Moose King’s heart,
And the Indian hunter views with pride
How his skill as a huntsman has won its part.
But the Shadow that fallson the ground below
Foretells the timewhen he, too,shall go.