[_o tinue    beer, food, and fuel if tuationof t. rack o pursue, and if o folloaket; unless uo fall in ribes of Indians. It is unnecessaryto add t till more, exposed to te. See t very iing s, as terinforms us, vary tion in tling and acrag ance is alluded to in t stanza ofthe following poem._]

        Before I see another day,

        O my body die away!

        In sleep I hern gleams;

        tars they were among my dreams;

        In sleep did I behe skies,

        I sahe crag ?ashes drive;

        Ahey are upon my eyes,

        A I am alive.

        Before I see another day,

        O my body die away!

        My ?re is dead: it knew no pain;

        Yet is it dead, and I remain.

        All stiff he ashes lie;

        And they are dead, and I will die.

        o live,

        For cloth, for food, and ?re;

        But to me no joy    give,

        No pleasure now, and no desire.

        tented will I lie;

        Alone I ot fear to die.

        Alas! you might have dragged me on

        Another day, a single one!

        too soon despair oer me prevailed;

        too soon my less spirit failed;

        ronger,

        And Oh how grievously I rue,

        t, aftertle longer,

        My friends, I did not follow you!

        For strong and    pain I lay,

        My friends, when you were gone away.

        My other,

        A her.

        ook,

        On me rangely did he look!

        thing ran,

        A most strange something did I see;

        --As if rove to be a man,

        t    pull the sledge for me.

        And tretched his arms, how wild!

        Otle child.

        My little joy! my little pride!

        In t have died.

        t weep and grieve for me;

        I feel I must hee.

        O oer my    ?ying,

        their course did bend,

        I s feel the pain of dying,

        Could I hee a message send.

        too soon, my friends, you    away;

        For I o say.

        Ill follohe snow,

        You travel heavily and slow:

        In spite of all my ain,

        Ill look upon your tents again.

        My ?re is dead, and snowy we

        ter ood;

        to me to-night,

        And olen away my food.

        For ever left alone am I,

        to die?

        My journey will be sly run,

        I s see another sun,

        I ot lift my limbs to know

        If they have any life or no.

        My poor forsaken child! if I

        For once could o me,

        it I then would die,

        And my last ts would happy be,

        I feel my body die away,

        I s see another day.
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