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Born all too high, by wedlock raised
- It is my royal state that yields This bitterness of woe.
OF A FORSAKEN INDIAN WOMAN.
Yet how k-for I, if there be truth
[When a Northern Indian, from sickness, is unable to con
tinue his journey with his companions, he is left behind, covered over with deer-skins, and is supplied with water, food, and fuel, if the situation of the place will afford it. He is informed of the track which his companions intend to pursue, and if he be unable to follow, or overtake them, he perishes alone in the desert; unless he should have the good fortune to fall in with some other tribes of Indians. The females are equally, or still more, exposed to the same fate. See that very interesting work HEARNE'S JOURNEY from Hudson's Bay to the NORTHERN OCEAN. In the high northern latitudes, as the same writer informs us, when the northern lights vary their position in the air, they make a rustling and a crackling noise, as alluded to in the following poem.]
Unblest distinction ! showered on me
Before I see another day,
Another still ! and still another !
The fields which with covetous spirit we sold, Those beautiful fields, the delight of the day, Would have brought us more good than a burthen
of gold, Could we but have been as contented as they.