On the right, Striden-edge round the

Red-tarn was bending, And Catchedicam its left verge was

defending, One huge nameless rock in the

front was ascending, When I marked the sad spot

where the wanderer had died.

Dark green was that spot ’mid the

brown mountain heather, Where the Pilgrim of Nature lay

stretched in decay, Like the corpse of an outcast aban

doned to weather, Till the mountain-winds wasted

the tenantless clay. Nor yet quite deserted, though lone

ly extended, For, faithful in death, his mute

favorite attended, The much-loved remains of her

master defended, And chased the hill-fox and the

raven away.

Far adown the long aisle sacred

music is streaming, Lamenting a Chief of the People

should fall. But meeter for thee, gentle lover of

nature, To lay down thy head like the

meek mountain lamb, When, wildered, he drops from

some cliff huge in stature, And draws his last sob by the side

of his dam. And more stately thy couch by this

desert lake lying, Thy obsequies sung by the gray

plover flying, With one faithfw friend but to wit

ness thy dying, In the arins of IIelvellyn and Catchedicam.



MEN have done brave deeds,

And bards have sug them well: I of good George Nidiver

Now the tale will tell.

How long didst thou think that his

silence was slumber? When the wind waved his gar

ment, how oft didst thou

start? How many long «lays and long weeks

didst thou number, Ere he faded before thee, the

friend of thy heart? And, oh, was it meet, that, no re

quiem reail o'er him, No mother to weep, and no friend to

deplore him, And thou, little guardian, alone

stretched before him, Unhonored the Pilgrim from life

should depart?

In Californian mountains

A hunter bold was he:
Keen his eye and sure his aim

As any you should see.
A little Indian boy

Followed him everywhere, Eager to share the hunter's joy,

The hunter's meal to share.

When a Prince to the fate of the

Peasant las yielded, The tapestry waves dark round

the dim-lighted hall; With scutcheons of silver the coffin

is shielded, And pages stand mute by the can

opied pall: Through the courts, at deep mid

night, the torches are gleam

ing; In the proudly-arched chapel the

banners are beaming;

And when the bird or deer

Fell by the hunter's skill, The boy was always near

To help with right good-will. One day as through the cleft

Between two mountains steep, Shut in both right and left,

Their questing way they keep, They see two grizzly bears,

With hunger tierce and fell, Ruslı at them unawares

Right down the narrow dell.
The boy turned round with screams,

And ran with terror wild:
One of the pair of savage beasts

Pursued the shrieking child.

The hunter raised his gun, –

He knew one charge was all, And through the boy's pursuing foe

He sent his only ball.

Then expect Svend Vonved home: In all my days, I will never come."

Look out, look out, Svend l'on red.

The other on George Vidiver

Came on with dreadful pace: The hunter stood unarmed,

And met him face to face. I say unarmeel he stood:

Against those frightful paws The rifle butt, or club of wood,

Could stand no more than straws.

His mother took that in evil part: “I hear, young gallant, that mad

thou art; Wherever thou goest, on land or sea, Disgrace and shame shall attend on

thee." Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.

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George Niiliver stood still,

And lookeil him in the face: The wild beast stopped amazed,

Then came with slackening pace. Still firm the hunter stood,

Although his heart beat high: Again the creature stopped,

And gazed with wondering eye. The hunter met his gaze,

Nor yet an inch gave way;
The bear turned slowly round,

And slowly moved away.
Wliat thoughts were in his mind

It would be hard to spell:
What thoughts were in George

I rather guess than tell.
But sure that rifle's aim,

Swift choice of generous part,
Showed in its passing gleam

The depths of a brave heart.

" Then I will bless thee, this very

day; Thou never shalt perishi in any fray; Success shall be in thy courser tall, Success in thyself which is best of

all. Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.

“Success in thy hand, success in thy

foot, In struggle with man, in battle with

brute; The Holy God and Saint Drotten dear Shall guide and watch thee through

thy career." Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.


[From the old Danish.] Svend) VOYVED binds his sword to

his side; He fain will battle with knights of

pride. " When may I look for thee once

more here? When roast the heifer, and spice the

beer!" Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.

Svend Vonved took up the worl

again “I'll range the mountain, and rove

the plain, Peasant and noble I'll wound and

slay; All, all, for



shall pay." Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.


“When stones shall take, of them

selves, a flight, And ravens' feathers are Woxen


His helm was blinking against the His spurs were clinking his heels

upon, His horse was springing, with bridle

ringing, While sat the warrior wildly singing,

Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.

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And soon, full soon, shalt thou pay

for him, With the blesh hackt off from thy

every limb!” Look out, look out, Svend Vonved. They drew a circle upon the sward; They both were dour, as the rocks

are hard ; Forsooth, I tell you, their hearts

were steeled, The one to the other no jot would

yield. Look out, look out, Svend Vonved. They fought for a day, - they fought

for two, And so on the third they were fain

to do; But ere the fourth day reached the

night, The Brute-carl fell, and was slain

outright. Look out, look out, Svend Vonved. Svend Vonved binds his sword to

his side, Farther and farther he lists to ride; He rode at the foot of a hill so steep, There saw he a herd as he drove the

sheep. Look out, look out, Svend Vonved. “Now listen, Herd, with the fleecy

care: Listen, and give me answers fair.

Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.

Svend Vonved binds his sword to

his side, It lists himn farther to ride, to ride; Ile rode along by the grené shaw, The Brute-carl there with surprise

he saw. Look out, look out, Svend Vonved. A wild swine sat on his shoulders

broad, l'pon his bosom a black bear snored; And about his fingers with hair o'er

hung, The squirrel sported and weasel

clung. Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.

“Now, Brute-carl, yield thy booty

to me, Or I will take it by force from thee. Say, wilt thou quickly thy beasts

forego, Or venture with me to bandy a

blow?" Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.

“What is rounder than a wheel? Where do they eat the holiest meal ? Where does the sun go down to his

seat? And where do they lay the dead

man's feet? Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.

“Much rather, much rather, I'll

fight with thee, Than thou my booty should get from

me: I never was bidden the like to do, Since good King Esmer in fight I

slew." Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.

“What fills the valleys one and all ? What is clothed best in the mon

arch's hall ? What cries more loud than cranes

can cry? And what in whiteness the swan out

vie? Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.

And didst thou slay King Esmer

fine ? Why, then thou slewest dear father


“ Who on his back his beard doth

wear? Who 'neath his chin his nose doth


What's more black than the blackest Now tell me, Rider, noble and sloe?

good, And what is swifter than a roe? Where does the fish stand up in the Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.


Where do they mingle the best, best “ Where is the bridge that is most

wine? broad?

And where with his knights does What is, by man, the most ab

Vidrick dine? horred?

Look out, look out, Svend Vonved." Where leads, where leads, the highest road up?

“ The fish in the East stands up in And say where the hottest of drink

the flood. they sup??

They drink in the North the wine Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.

so good.

In Halland's hall does Vidrick dine, “The sun is rounder than a wheel. With his swains around, and his They eat at the altar the holiest

warriors fine."? meal.

Look out, lookout, Svend Vonved. The sun in the West goes down to his seat :

From his breast Srend Vonved a And they lay to the East the dead

gold ring drew, man's feet.

At the foot of the knight the gold Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.

ring he threw;

“Go! say thou wert the very “Snow fills the valleys, one and all.

last man Man is clothed best in the monarchi's Who gold from the hand of Svend hall.

Vhived wan." Thunder cries louder than cranes Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.

can cry. Angels in whiteness the swan op Then in he went to his lonely bowvie.

er, Look out, look out, Svend Vonved. There drank he the wine, the wine

of power; “IIis beard on his back the lapwing His much-loved harp he played wears.

upon His nose 'neath his chin the elfin Till the strings were broken every

bears. More black is sin than the blackest Look out, look out, Srend Vonred. sloe:

Translated from the old Danish in And thought is swifter than any roe.

GEORGE BORROW. Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.



“Ice is of bridges the bridge most

broad. The toad is, of all things, the most

abhorred. To paradise leads the highest road

up: And in hell the hottest of drink they

sup." Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.

THE Wildgrave winds his bugle-lorn,

To horse, to horse! halloo, halloo! His fiery courser snuffs the morn, And thronging serfs their lord

pursue. The eager pack, from couples freed, Dash through the busli, the brier,

the brake; While answering hound, and horn,

and steed, The mountain echoes startling


Svend Vonved binds his sword to his

It lists him farther to ride, to ride:
He found upon the desolate wold
A burly knight, of aspect bold.

Lookout, look out, Svend Vonved.

The beams of God's own hallowed

day Had painted yonder spire with

gold, And, calling sinful man to pray, Loud, long, and deep the bell had

tolled :

The Wildgrave spurred his ardent

steed, And, launching forward with a

bound, 'Who, for thy drowsy priestlike

rede, Would leave the jovial horn and


But still the Wildgrave onward rides;

Halloo, halloo! and, hark again! When, spurring from opposing sides, Two Stranger Horsemen join the


“Hence, if our manly sport offend! With pious fools go chant and

pray!Well hast thou spoke, my dark

browed friend; Halloo, halloo! and, hark away!”

The Wildgrave spurred his courser

light, O'er moss and moor, o'er holt and

hill; And on the left, and on the right, Each Stranger Horseman followed


Who was each Stranger, left and right,

Well may I guess, but are not tell; The right-hand steed was silver

white, The left, the swarthy hue of hell. The right-hand Horseman, young

and fair, His smile was like the morn of

Mar; The left, from eye of tawny glare, Shot midnight lightning's lurid

ray. He waved his huntsman's cap on

high, Cried, Welcome, welcome, noble

lord! What sport can earth, or sea, or sky, To match the princely chase, af

ford ?"

Up springs, from yonder tangled

thorn, A stag inore white than mountain

snow; And louder rung the Wildgrave's

horni, “Iark forward, forward! holla,


“Cease thy loud bugle's clanging

knell," Cried the fair youth, with silver

voice; “ And for devotion's choral swell, Exchange the rude unhallowed


A heedless wretch has crossed the

way; He gasps, the thundering hoofs

below;But, live who can, or die who may, Still, “Forward, forward!” on

they go.

See, where yon simple fences meet,
A field with autumn's blessings

crowned; See, prostrate at the Wildgrave's feet, A husbandman with tuil

browned :

To-day the ill-omened chase for

bear, You bell yet summons to the fane; To-day the Warning Spirit hear, To-inorrow thou mayst mouri in



his cry,

“Away, and sweep the glades

along!” The Sable Hunter hoarse replies; “To muttering monks leave matin

song, And bells, and books, and mys


“O mercy, mercy, noble loril!

Spare the poor's pittance,” was “Earned by the sweat these brows

have poured In scorching hour of fierce July.” Earnest the right-hand Stranger

pleads, The left still cheering to the prey;

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