Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1904-11-04
Morgan and Seymour Lake.
BY RICHARD MAPLEsDEN.

Morgan and Seymour Lake.
BY RICHARD MAPLEsDEN.
Though Morgan is side-way town,
Some of her sous have gained renown
Amid the turmoil and the strife
Upon the battlefield of life.
One hundred years or more ago,
First settlers came their seed to SOW;
With sinewy arms they felled the trees,
Aud cleared the forests by degrees.
OF logs their houses then were made;
Potash their only stock in trade;
For many miles they went to mill,
And labored hard their land to till.
Their frugal habits-life of grace
Has made of them hardy race;
Perhaps some easy ones there We're,
Who for the future had no care.
The farmers till their fertile farms,
And from their products filltheir barns
And no one need to want for bread
Who an Industrious life has led.
It's shady groves and hillsides green,
Until the autumn frosts are seen,
The maple trees with crimson hue
The beauties of the spring renew.
And old Bear Mountain OH the east,
Is where the bears on mutton feast;
But Elon Hill just on the west,
Where sheep are plenty, they like best.
Far in the east the woods extend,
And with the charms of nature blend;
And here the botanist can find
The plants and flowers to suit his mind
And here we find the nice spruce gum,
That in the market has run;
There is no better place than here
To find and shoot the antlered deer.
The woodchuck in his earthly home,
Will clover seek when he's alone;
The rare gray squirrel in the trees,
The hunting boy with pleasure sees.
The willy fox that scouts the hills,
The trapper's heart with comfort fills
And in the bush the partridge shy,
Is often shot while on the fly.
Wild geese and ducks upon the lake,
From some sly covert marksmen take;
Wild pigeons too you often see
Which are to sportsmen ever free.
New England States in lakes abound,
But none more beautiful are found
Than Lake Seymour, among the hills,
With ice cold springs and ripping rills
Through Echo pond the outlet runs,
Then to the river Clyde it comes.
OF all the lakes I've ever known
None have to me more beauty shown.
Around its shore no swamps are seen;
Its water pure and ever clean;
There is no pest of the black fly
To make one smart or fill your eye,
| And in the lake nice fish are found,
| That sell for twenty cents pound;
| To troll the hook or throw the spear
Is jolly fun when fish are near.
A boat ride round this lake is fine
Beneath its shade in summer time;
A torch light ride fond pleasures bring
As campers sail and sweetly sing.
It's here the campers come for health
And thus increase their strength dn,
wealth;
They often have jolly time
| In rustic life pleasure find.
In winter time when ice is clean
The joyful skaters oft are seen;
And the swift steppers come apace
And on the lake they love to race.
At the right time they harvest ice,
For summers heat it's always nice;
It's often bought, as well as sold,
By Vetty Blake--so we are told.
On July fourth we hear the drum,
And in the morning the big gun;
Then to the grove the people come
And talk OF deeds their sires have done
Long years before the white men came,
The Indians fished and hunted game;
Far Ger the hills for furs did roam;
This was their land their native home
On Indian Point are relics found,
Which give the Indians some renown;
Twas here the old squaws planted corn
And baked their cakes at early morn.
Twas here they held their council fire
Aud young boys listened to their sires
And here old Sachems had their talk,
And taught young warriors how to walk
Twas here the warpath oft was planned
And the young chiefs received command
Here doctor squaws, with beads adorned
Their magic arts of cure performed.
And if they CHANGED to lose the case,
They had to take the dead ones place !;
Aud here they dressed and cooked thei
fish