Money was a thing unknown; No lawgiver and no pelf, Each a law was to himself. They had neither high nor low, Rich nor poor; they did not know Yea, they were a happy band, Herds and flocks did fast increase, Kiss a foe or stab a friend; He'll be either rude or civil, Play the saint, or play the Devil. He follows skinflint's last advice; Simply "cheat or ye'll be cheated; A' moral creeds are strings o' bleathers, The world's a goose, pluck ye her feathers; Nae matter how ye rax and draw, If ye aye keep within the law; And ye may lie, and dodge and wheel, And be ye either saint or sinner, A's right as long as ye're the winner : "Now, my friends, 'tis clear as day, If we choose the proper way: I can see no reason why Each for all, and all for each, CHAPTER V. THE LOG CABIN. The little log cabin is far in the woods, And the foot of the wayfarer seldom comes there; Around it are stretching the great solitudes, Where the deer love to roam, and the wolf makes his lair, And the red man crawls on the surly bear, And the roving son of the wilderness, While tracking the steps of the gentle deer, The little log cabin will seldom miss, For the ringing sound of the axe he'll hear, And he comes to taste of its welcome cheer; And the children who once would gaze in affright, When they see his shaggy wolf dog appear, Will run out to meet him with wild delight, And the heart of the savage is tamed at the sight. The little log cabin is all alone, Its windows are rude, and its walls are bare, Behold, in the distance the eglantine, And the corn with its silver tassel where The hemlock is anchored beside the tall pine, And the creeping weed hangs with its long fringing vine. And close by the cabin tho' hid in the wood, Where the children hunt the wild duck's brood, |