Cleveland morning leader. [volume] (Cleveland [Ohio]) 1854-1865, 1858-10-19

They blazed line around the center,
Mad0 plain TO every eye,
To show where only beasts might enter,
And not man pass by
The call resounded far and wide,
Through al the counties round,
Wherever settlers did reside,
The hunters heard the sound.
And little bands of joviaI men,
By chosen captains led,
Came forth to form the living pen,
Around the slaughter bed.
The day was set, the dawn drew near,
To brutes the dawn Of doom;
From every side the men appear
In mists of morning gloom.
Outside the townships outer bounds
They halt, the line to form;
Until the signals tell by sounds
Whent TO commence the storm
From lefttO right they sound the horn,
Till all their pl; ce have found,
And on the breath of echOing morn
The note goes quick around.
Then every man his skill employs
Some frightful sound to try;
They wall the township round with noise
Ascending to the sky.
The forest roamers doomed to death,
Ger this wide border spread,
As driven by whirlwinds breath,
In wild disorder fed
Wretches within the circle found,
Fly trembling IS they will,
From lines Of men or fearful sound,
Bear to the center still.
The horns may sound, the whistles scream,
And voices lift their cry;
But none must light the fiery stream,
Or let bullet fly.
Until the signal at the center
Shall bid the circle round,
Upon the work of death to enter,
And slay the beasts they've found.
All day the sounding wall rolls in
A dreadful hocus POcus
No brute ere heard such hOrrid din
When gath'ring to focus.
Their Judgment day is now on hand,
They must their empire yield
To men who'll make their desert land
A fair and fruitful field.
No snarling wolf, nor growing bear,
Nor antlerd buck, nor doe,
Can the all frightening cause declare,
Or tell which way TO go.
Trembling they Ay from vale to hill,
From hill to vale they fly,
Fly which way the tremblers will,
They find new dangers nigh.
Now gathered on the slaughter ground
The deadlier sounds begin;
The frightened wretches fly around
The living walls within.
In drOves of scores the painting deer,
Sweeping the circle round,
Before the hunters shot appear,
A mark at ev'ry bound
1t is wild, Thrilling sight,
To see the bafled herds alright,
LO see the eyeball of the deer
Out straining IRON his head with fear,
To hear old bruins sullen growl,
To bark the VOLTS despairing howl,
To look along the living line
That does the quivering herd conhne,
To see the hunter IN his place,
Snatch up his rifle to his face,
The flash and dart of fire let fly,
With cracking echoes quick reply,
To hear the Kissing of the ball,
And see the stricken victim fall
To see them start in wild despair
Ind leaping high into the air
Vault DER the heads of shouting men,
That they may 'scape the bloody dem
To see them stricken in their bound
Fall neryeless, lifeless on the ground,
Or if they 'scaPe, as many did,
To see how quickly they were hid,
As from the murd'rous scenes they few
Without pause to say adieu;
To see them falling one BY one
Until the work Of death is done,
Till rot a gun. till not shout,
Is heard in all the woods about.
Now thrilling sights and sounds are seen,
Upon new work they enter;
And all more joyial than before,
Drag game into the center.
But day turns on its dusky side,
Ere they their work have done;
They wait till morning to divide
The booty they have won.
Fore-seeing this, they gather first,
From off the CORY field,
The wolves they've slain whose sealPs ae-
A handsome bounty yield. leursed
These they give to trusty man,
Who, with horse and sled,
To buy giant whisky can,
Of through the forest sped.
In time the man was on the ground
With all his horse could pull,
joyful The joyial fellows found,
He brought barrel full.
They set the barrel on one end,
And knocked the other in;
They used for iaPster to attend
A ladle made Of tin
Then, whisky made by honest men,
Was drank by men upright,
And none would deem 1t hurtful then,
To drink on such night.
There every man drank what be chose,
And all were men of sPunk;
But not fighting jangle rose,
And not man got drunk
They kindled fires DER all the ground
And made the forest light,
The Joke, the Jest, the song went round
Through all that jovial night.
They dress'd bear and roast him whole,
But little did they eati
More fond of fun, and flow Of soul,
Than Of his luscious meat