Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1899-11-04

OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
Is "UMCOLJEJUS." ];
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BY the shore of Umcoljejus. whitbe
m, soon our journey leads US
i"e' ; hooie DUCK watching out To-
Near loot path, upward leading from
tne iake. ne $ waiting. feeding
heeplng keenest guard his foe to smell
once, ne knows. my bullet kissed hin
b TWAS by cursed luck l MISE,
his breast Vi
But another shot will bite him-with ;
winged death twill smite him
Ana MS liver shall adorn a huntsman',
feast.
Ripe with the boar frost
Creaking and crisp,
Mark how the leaves lie
Hank, Not lisp,
Heard you that rustic?
Saw that white flash?
Ping. lis the shoulder,
one bound-and a crash,
BY the shore of Tmcoljejus meithe- mail
nor wire can reach u.s.
There is Nature, there's a cabin and a
boat
There's a bunk for each good fellow
there is red eye ripe and mellow
AS the best that ever gurgled down your
throat
Though the cabin measures little never
mansion held a title
OF the glorles that we huntsmen there
command;
With its walls Of square-hewn fir. sir, he
elirelv hin osr
Who. within 1t, would not feel his soul
expand.
Far Ger the water
Sounds the looms note;
cinking and tapping.
The waves lave our boat;
Peaceful and silent.
Meath tn Autumn moons sheen.
Lies lmcnljejus
The grand hills between.
BY the shore of umcoljejus there no
carping critics heed u.s.
one may spend each happy hour as suits
him best.
He may throw stone and follow
straightway stand within the hollow
OF a solitude primeval. Natures rest.
There. may think or write at leisure with
no voice to mar the pleasure
OF the soul that loves communing with
itself:
From those solemn, staid surroundings
there Will come but mute PROFOUND
ingS
OF the questions never asked for pride or
pelf
Proudly rise. yonder,
Like sentinels grim,
Twin mountains. rock ribbed.
Deep SCARED by Time.
Straight thro' the broad cleft
Sund ring their crest.
Leaps forth the sun-orb
In swift journey West
BY tie shore of Umcoljejus Cts hide US
word. eggregious
AS the fool who babe the red man ;
name to stand
There is sport for him who loves it
scarce a days i'll luck disproves it
With caribou and lordly moose at hand;
Year by year they're unmolested save by
us the few who've tested
Their metal. and have "downed' them in
fair fight.
Ave, we'll tbs worth the weary journey
there to mingle in the tourney.
In the game 'twixt brain and Drawn,
twixt skill and might!
Ripe with the hoar-frost,
Creakng and crisp,
Mark how the leaves lie
Hank. Not a lisp!
Heard you that rustic?
Saw that white flash?
Ping, 'Tis the shoulder.
One bound-and a crash.
camp our shouts precede US,
There is restful pleasure yet e'er time TO
sleep
While. the steaming coffee finished and
the smould' ring fire repleniShed,
The huntsmen by its blaze their vigil
keep.
There are songs and tales and laughter,
there are pipes before and after,
And the flow Of soul and bowl is uncon-
strained:
There is talk that's on the level, with the
World the Flesh, the Devil
Each dissected and its mysteries ex-
planned.
Far DER the water
Sounds the looms note;
Clinking and tapping,
The waves lave our boat;
Peaceful and silent,
Meath tn Autumn moons sheen,
Lies UmcoijejuS
The grand hills between.
BY the shore of Umcoljejus. oft the
dawn's first glimmer sees us
On the ridge that fronts the water to"
ard the East.
There is awe upon our faces, awe that's
felt in holy places.
And we bow our heads as beggars at the
feast.
When the sun comes up Ger 'Jejus ev'ry
thought of care and tedious
Little fretting over paltry Things IS son,.'
There's no room for self or sorrow, nelth-
er fear of grim TOMORROW
There is room for man and Maker, there,
alone.
Proudly rise. yonder,
Like sentinels grim,
Twin mountains, rock-ribbed,
Deep scared by Time,
Straight through the broad cleft
Sund'ring their crest
Leaps forth the sun orb
In swift journey West.
c. II. G.
Bangor, Maine.
At the annual convention of the