Coon Hunting.

        Canadians oft by light of moon
        Love to go a hunting coon,
        But this our tale it is no yarn,
        While chopping down tree Henry Karn
        Found therein a hollow chamber
        Full of coons who there did clamber,
        It made them a home superior,
        Warm and snug in the interior.

        And he did count therein eleven
        Who long had found it a safe haven,
        But it is sad to read their fate,
        For out of them he slaughtered eight.
        But trouble to him now occurs
        What shall he do with those fine furs,
        Shall he grand overcoat display
        Or make them into robe for sleigh.

James McIntyre

James McIntyre was a Canadian poet, most notable for his poetry concerning cheese, cheese-making, dairying, and dairy products. Often referred to as 'The Cheese Poet,' McIntyre's work is celebrated for its earnestness and unintentional humor, making him both a beloved and an infamous figure in literary circles. He emigrated from Scotland to Canada in 1851 and settled in Ingersoll, Ontario, where he became a successful businessman and community leader.

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Hunters And Trappers.

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Hunting Song

Tek a cool night, good an' cleah,
Skiff o' snow upon de groun';
Jes' 'bout fall-time o' de yeah
W'en de leaves is dry an brown;
Tek a dog an' tek a axe,
Tek a lantu'n in yo' han',
Step light whah de switches cracks,
Fu' dey 's huntin' in de lan'.
Down thoo de valleys an' ovah de hills,
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Blow dat ho'n dah loud an' strong,
Call de dogs an' da'kies neah;
Mek its music cleah an' long,
So de folks at home kin hyeah.
Blow it twell de hills an' trees
Sen's de echoes tumblin' back;
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        Granted them a few hours play,
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        With hatchet ice they did clear,
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Hallowe'en.

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        It is a tale of old world lore
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        So merrily on Hallowe'en,
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