The Barre daily times. (Barre, Vt.) 1897-1959, 1907-10-26
THE NEW HIAwArHA
As Presented BY One Who Has Watched
the Deerinr Hunting Season.


The following verses on "The New
Biawatha," expressing joy over the close
Of the deer hunting season and voicine
sorrow for the loss Of human lives, are
presented BY 4 reader OF The Times,
When the red and yellow carpet
Had rev fallen on the forest,
On the side Of greai Knox mountain,
And the glory Of tM autumn
Had but recently departed.
There was heard on every hillside
All about the Granite City,
One wild cry Of human nature,
Harking back 20 days Of slaughter,
To the days when our forefathers
Had 70 use the gun or perish.
@Get vour grn. o Hiawatha.
Go and fetch your long.range rife
That win shoot a thousand fslrloncs
And send death with noise like thunder.
For the Law Of mighty white men
olives us one short week Of rapture;
And tho deer that Craze the hillside,
Have destruction loosed upon them
Then forth rushed from every village,
From the farmhouse In the valley,
From the big and booming city,
Scattering every way the wind blows,
Every man who owned a rife,
Or could BIZ or steal or borrow;
Fat men who could hardly waddle,
slim men who could crawl through knot.
holes.
Wise men. specialized and learned,
Fools. delighting in their folly,
Veterans Of many seasons,
Boys who never fired a pop gun;
Forth they rushed into the forest
To beerown themselves with glory.
To be first among the mighty.
Virgin snow lay on tho foot path
Clothing all the world in wilderness.
Every foot-step Of the hunted
Showed with wonderful distinctness.
Every buck who trod the mountain
Left unerrinely behind him,
Tracks that surely would betray him
So the crafty Hiawaiha
And the mighty big white hunter
From their ambush on the hillside,
Slew the stately buck with antlers.
But the foolish and the hasty
Far outshot the sane and crafty,
Little needing what the outcome,
Forth they blazed in every thicket.
Everything that moved excited
Strong desires to pull the trigger.
4Stoop We down. said John to Henry
II can see his horns a.moYing;
a 80 Is.x .nv,.t.4s.
Through that little elump of bushes
You bold ONT said valiant Henry.
Sure. I saw him long before you"
So It ehanced that John and Henry
Pulled their triggers both together
And the thunder Of their shooting
Could be heard clear down to Boston.
When the smoke had cleared the tree.
tops
Seen were two crest fallen hunters.
Sneaifing down tangled by. way.
While the furious. stamping farmer.
No one less than Deacon Thompson,
At the slain and bloody carcass
Cast his no-wise gentle chances,
As he muttered, FNho the dickens
mas been shooting at my heiferf''
Well. the hunting time is over.
Far to north, Ger eastern hilltops,
Now the buffers moon is shining
On the village and the farmhouse;
Shining on tbe saddencd women,
Weeping for the son OF father,
Who BIT careless hard was slaughtered;
Shining on the hunter foolish.
Who would give the heart within him
had he never seen rifle
So she'll shine when twelve full changes
Shall have brought her ia the season
When the folly is repeated
Is 1t not, TIiawatha.
Worse than famine and the fever
That thy poet. loved and cherished,
Tells us visited thy people
And FROM or this fertile country
Wiped The traces Of Thy peopleS
r. T. T.