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TALES OF THE NORTHWEST;
BY
A RESIDENT BEYOND THE FRONTIER.
Long have I roved afar in western clime,
In forests hoary with the frost of time;
Where the lone traveller, startled from his dream,
Lists to the wolf's dire howl, the panther's scream;
Where the red Indian glides with silent pace
Upon the victims of his murd'rous chase.
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