The star of the north. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1849-1866, 1857-08-26
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For the Star Of the North.
A PROG HUNT.
By HIAwATHA, JR.

BY MAwArHA, Ja.
Once upon time party,
Forgetful of the early lessons Iger,
Which they learned when they were youn
In good books of pasteboard covers,
Interspersed with wood-cut pictures,-
Determined on jolly frog hunt,
A frog hunt out at Is mill-pond,
All full of hope and expectation.
Though they went not quite as fast as
Lightning, or six-feet smoke horse,
(Their drivers were all less than six feet
Yet they drove with such gusto,
That ii seemed more like horse.race
Than party on frog hunt.
Once there, they hastily alighted,
And all charged upon the croakers,
Giving battle to the croakers,
Bloodworms, inmates Of the mill.pond,
1t was truly fun 10 shoot them,
But those willy croakers jumped in,
Even after they had shot them!
1t so happened that the water
Was not clear enough TO see through,
So the croakers like old Big.foot,
Saved themselves from immolation,
He his scalp and they their hind-legs.
Thus they hunted until MONDAY,
"Bobbin' round" the muddy mill-pond,
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Frog; but when at last the time came,
They had, alas not one for each one;
They were we'll supplied with bacon,
Butter, bread, and various ixins,
But the "caput coena," minus,
They all felt the deep privation,
For the frogs that they had captured,
Lay beneath the muddy waters,
The muddy waters of the mill-pond,
A savory banquet for the fishes,
Mullets, eels and other "small-fry."
While they viewed their scanty larder,
A grand idea was suggested,
That of substituting poultry,
Far less trouble and far better.
Frogs at best are only poor things,
Thus they reasoned somewhat
Like the fox did with the grapevine,
For this daring expedition
They selected a sharp shooter,
The cutest and most expert marksman:
Having chosen him partner,
This cutest and most expert marksman
Took his journey to the westward,
To the dreamy land of sunset,
Where the chickens grow by hundreds,
And the people are most ready
To exchange them for the "needful.p
While they journeyed TO the westward,
They espied little farmhouse,
Quickly bent their footsteps tow'rd it,
Tow'rd the farm. house by the roadside;
With ioy this cute and expert marksman
Took peep into the barn-yard,
There saw chickens in greet numbers,
Every age and size and color,
All OF which were good enough for
His poor dinnerless companions;
No time he lost upon the bargain,
But paid at once the price down,
Then turned TO make good selection,
With antics eye he scanned these chickens
Weighed their merits and dement's,
At last, however CHANGED to light on
Chantcleer, a famous rooster,
Whose full voice, both round and deep toned
Just at day.break from the hen roost,
Was accustomed TO awaken
Years before, that quiet farmer.
He drew his piece up TO his shoulder,
A real Sharpe or Mime shotgun,
Fired, and Knocked the ROSTERS head of,
Nor ever put single shot-grain
In the part designed for eating!
The next adapted 10 his fancy,
Was pullet young and tender,
One he thought would stew much quicker,
And require less dental labor
To prepare it for digestion,
Soon he brought it in straight line,
In straight line with his foul-piece,
Fired and killed a. la t'other,
Then remembering his companions,
Who were waiting with all patience,
He took one upon his shoulder,
Gave the other to his partner,
And together hastened homeward,
Warmly their companions greeted them,
Though the expedition lucky,
Seized the chickens to denude them,
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Put them on TO stew instanter.
The fire was kindled by brook-side,
Meath the branches of an oak tree,
The place was fine enough to grace
Banquet of the Sylphs and Satyrs,
Here they sat long time and feasted,
Cracked their jokes and joked on crackers,
Il mean the fibres from the frame work,)
Trying TO persuade each other,
That they really were quite tender.
The leading facts are all narrated,
And cen some of the minutie,
Together with few slight touches
OF what poets must resort to,
just to keep up the connexion;
And since hum rous poets never write on
Subjects that are once exhausted,
Lest forfeit reputation,
The next line will make an end of
The description of the frog hunt.
a. A gentleman having lately been call
on to subscribe'to course of lectures, de-
clined.
Because, said he, my wife gives me lec-
tuIesevery nightfor nothing.
& When it is not despicable to be poor
we want fewer things to live in poverty sat.
isfactorily than TO live magnificently aud
with riches. t-tr 50