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Newell: The American Traveller
Under one impartial banner,
Life, the hunter, Love the tanner,
Draw, from every beast they snare,
Comfort for a wedded pair!
BAYARD TAYLOR
THE AMERICAN TRAVELLER
To Lake Aghmoogenegamook,
All in the State of Maine,
A Man from Wittequergaugaum came
One evening in the rain.
'I am a traveller,' said he,
'Just started on a tour,
And go to Nomjamskillicock
Tomorrow morn at four.'
He took a tavern bed that night;
And, with the morrow's sun,
By way of Sekledobskus went,
With carpet-bag and gun.
A week passed on; and next we find
Our native tourist come
To that sequestered village called
Genasagarnagum.
From thence he went to Absequoit,
And there, quite tired of Maine—
He sought the mountains of Vermont,
Upon a railroad train.
Dog Hollow, in the Green Mount State,
Was his first stopping place;
And then Skunk's Misery displayed
Its sweetness and its grace.
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