nge 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 weary pain,

    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 cannot 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.