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LOST ON CATTSKILL.
A BOY'S STORY.
(From an old Travelling Note-Book.)
I
“Pine Orchard's pine-tops!” showed our telescope,And the river-boat ran for a green-sward slope,
Where we landed, and upward sped,
By a winding path through high banks and rocks
Stain'd yellow, brown, pink, and o'erhung with locks
Of flowering creepers, magnolias, and docks,
And cranberries red,
On our way up the Cattskill Mountains.
II
I had just left the glare of the Mexican Gulf,In man-o'-war rig, as rough as a wolf,
And yearning for grass-lights and woods;
So up the steep windings I cheerfully trod,
With a shoulder delighted to carry Time's hod,
Like a pilgrim who dreams of a mission to God,
Without cowls or hoods,
As we clomb up the Cattskill Mountains.
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