WITH dip and glide a light canoe
Crept through the waters of the lake;
So softly, lightly creeping through
That it did not the silence break.
A lantern’s penetrating glow
Burned in the dark a path of light,
And far-off, on its margin, lo!
A pair of eyes gleamed strangely bright!
The paddling ceased; there fell a hush.
Then came a ringing rifle-shot—
A plunge into the underbrush—
Upon the beach a dark blood-clot!
With dip and glide a light canoe
Crept through the waters of the lake,
So softly, lightly creeping through
That it did not a ripple make.