19. HIDDEN IN THE GLOOMY FOREST.

And deep within the dreamy wood,

Where the sheltering hemlocks rustled,

Beneath the hill their cabin stood,

Looking out upon the river.

The oak leaves trembled in the breeze,

Slowly rolled the Tunxis River,

And high above the leafy trees,

Flew the woodcock ever circling.

Thus it was that Molly Barber

And her spouse, the Honest Chaugham,

Were the first of all the settlers,

In the town of fair Barkhamsted,

Where her father could n't find them,

Hidden in the gloomy forest,

Where the Tunxis River wanders

Through the dark and gloomy forest,

With the woodcock ever tapping,

Tapping on the mighty oak trees,

O'er the pine trees ever screaming,

Circling high above the mountain,

And the sea-gulls, fishing, screeching,

Dipping low above the water,

And the great, blue herons wading,

Wading, fishing in the river,

Calling, calling through the twilight.