TALE OF THE GREAT DISMAL SWAMP. BY HARRIET BEECHER STOWE, AUTHOR OF "UNCLE TOM'S CABIN." "Away to the Dismal Swamp he speeds,- Through tangled juniper, beds of reeds, And man never trod before. And, when on the earth he sunk to sleep, If slumber his eyelids knew, He lay where the deadly vine doth weep Its venomous tears, that nightly steep The flesh with blistering dew." IN TWO VOLUMES. VOL. II. BOSTON: PHILLIPS, SAMPSON AND COMPANY. 1856. |