FIRE-HUNTING.
WITH dip and glide a light canoeCrept through the waters of the lake;So softly, lightly creeping throughThat it did not the silence break.A lantern’s penetrating glowBurned in the dark a path of light,And far-off, on its margin, lo!A pair of eyes gleamed strangely bright!The paddling ceased; there fell a hush.Then came a ringing rifle-shot—A plunge into the underbrush—Upon the beach a dark blood-clot!With dip and glide a light canoeCrept through the waters of the lake,So softly, lightly creeping throughThat it did not a ripple make.
WITH dip and glide a light canoeCrept through the waters of the lake;So softly, lightly creeping throughThat it did not the silence break.A lantern’s penetrating glowBurned in the dark a path of light,And far-off, on its margin, lo!A pair of eyes gleamed strangely bright!The paddling ceased; there fell a hush.Then came a ringing rifle-shot—A plunge into the underbrush—Upon the beach a dark blood-clot!With dip and glide a light canoeCrept through the waters of the lake,So softly, lightly creeping throughThat it did not a ripple make.
WITH dip and glide a light canoeCrept through the waters of the lake;So softly, lightly creeping throughThat it did not the silence break.
WITH dip and glide a light canoe
Crept through the waters of the lake;
So softly, lightly creeping through
That it did not the silence break.
A lantern’s penetrating glowBurned in the dark a path of light,And far-off, on its margin, lo!A pair of eyes gleamed strangely bright!
A lantern’s penetrating glow
Burned in the dark a path of light,
And far-off, on its margin, lo!
A pair of eyes gleamed strangely bright!
The paddling ceased; there fell a hush.Then came a ringing rifle-shot—A plunge into the underbrush—Upon the beach a dark blood-clot!
The paddling ceased; there fell a hush.
Then came a ringing rifle-shot—
A plunge into the underbrush—
Upon the beach a dark blood-clot!
With dip and glide a light canoeCrept through the waters of the lake,So softly, lightly creeping throughThat it did not a ripple make.
With dip and glide a light canoe
Crept through the waters of the lake,
So softly, lightly creeping through
That it did not a ripple make.