...billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home I These are our realms, no limits to their eway — Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours the wild...rest, and joy in every change. Oh, who can tell? not thon, luxurious slave! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thon, vain lord of wantonness...

...behold our home! These are our realms, no limits to their sway Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. I Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil...change. Oh, who can tell? not thou, luxurious slave! 10 Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease! Whom...

...billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home! These are our realms, no limits to their sway Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours the wild...slave! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease! Whom slumber soothes not - pleasure cannot please Oh, who...

...White Shield's war party was pitifully broken up CHAPTER "mi. THE TRAPPERS, Ours the wild life, to tumult still to range, From toil to rest, and joy in every change; The exulting sense. the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of the trackless way; That...