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Till a low hut, a gun, and a canoe, Bounded their wishes. Or if ever came A thought of future days, 'twas but to say That they would share each other's lot, and do Wonders, no doubt. But this was vain: they parted With promises of long remembrance, words Whose kindness was the heart's, and those warm tears, Hidden like shame by the young eyes which shed them, But which are thought upon in after-years As what we would give worlds to shed once more.

They met again,—but different from themselves, At least what each remembered of themselves: The one proud as a soldier of his rank, And of his many battles; and the other Proud of his Indian wealth, and of the skill