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Let me essay； O Muse！ to follow the wanderer's footsteps；
Not through each devious path； each changeful year of existence；
But as a traveller follows a streamlet's course through the
valley：
Far from its margin at times； and seeing the gleam of its water
Here and there； in some open space； and at intervals only；
Then drawing nearer its banks； through sylvan glooms that conceal
it；
Though he behold it not； he can hear its continuous murmur；
Happy； at length； if he find the spot where it reaches an outlet。
II
It was the month of May。 Far down the Beautiful River；
Past the Ohio shore and past the mouth of the Wabash；
Into the golden stream of the broad and swift Mississippi；
Floated a cumbrous boat； that was rowed by Acadian boatmen。
It was a band of exiles： a raft； as it were； from the shipwrecked
Nation； scattered along the coast； now floating together；
Bound by the bonds of a common belief and a common misfortune；
Men and women and children； who； guided by hope or by hearsay；
Sought for their kith and their kin among the few…acred farmers
On the Acadian coast； and the prairies of fair Opelousas。
With them Evangeline went； and her guide； the Father Felician。
Onward o'er sunken sands； through a wilderness sombre with
forests；
Day after day they glided adown the turbulent river；
Night after night； by their blazing fires； encamped on its
borders。
Now through rushing chutes； among green islands； where plumelike
Cotton…trees nodded their shadowy crests； they swept with the
current；
Then emerged into broad lagoons； where silvery sand…bars
Lay in the stream； and along the wimpling waves of their margin；
Shining with snow…white plumes； large flocks of pelicans waded。
Level the landscape grew； and along the shores of the river；
Shaded by china…trees； in the midst of luxuriant gardens；
Stood the houses of planters； with negro…cabins and dove…cots。
They were approaching the region where reigns perpetual summer；
Where through the Golden Coast； and groves of orange and citron；
Sweeps with majestic curve the river away to the eastward。
They； too； swerved from their course； and； entering the Bayou of
Plaquemine；
Soon were lost in a maze of sluggish and devious waters；
Which； like a network of steel； extended in every direction。
Over their heads the towering and tenebrous boughs of the cypress
Met in a dusky arch； and trailing mosses in mid…air
Waved like banners that hang on the walls of ancient cathedrals。
Deathlike the silence seemed； and unbroken； save by the herons
Home to their roasts in the cedar…trees returning at sunset；
Or by the owl； as he greeted the moon with demoniac laughter。
Lovely the moonlight was as it glanced and gleamed on the water；
Gleamed on the columns of cypress and cedar sustaining the
arches；
Down through whose broken vaults it fell as through chinks in a
ruin。
Dreamlike； and indistinct； and strange were all things around
them；
And o'er their spirits there came a feeling of wonder and
sadness；
Strange forebodings of ill； unseen and that cannot be compassed。
As； at the tramp of a horse's hoof on the turf of the prairies；
Far in advance are closed the leaves of the shrinking mimosa；
So； at the hoof…beats of fate； with sad forebodings of evil；
Shrinks and closes the heart； ere the stroke of doom has attained
it。
But Evangeline's heart was sustained by a vision； that faintly
Floated before her eyes； and beckoned her on through the
moonlight。
It was the thought of her brain that assumed the shape of a
phantom。
Through those shadowy aisles had Gabriel wandered before her；
And every stroke of the oar now brought him nearer and nearer。
Then in his place； at the prow of the boat； rose one of the
oarsmen；
And； as a signal sound； if others like them peradventure
Sailed on those gloomy and midnight streams； blew a blast on his
bugle。
Wild through the dark colonnades and corridors leafy the blast
rang；
Breaking the seal of silence； and giving tongues to the forest。
Soundless above them the banners of moss just stirred to the
music。
Multitudinous echoes awoke and died in the distance；
Over the watery floor； and beneath the reverberant branches；
But not a voice replied； no answer came from the darkness；
And； when the echoes had ceased； like a sense of pain was the
silence。
Then Evangeline slept； but the boatmen rowed through the
midnight；
Silent at times； then singing familiar Canadian boat…songs；
Such as they sang of old on their own Acadian rivers；
While through the night were heard the mysterious sounds of the
desert；
Far off；indistinct；as of wave or wind in the forest；
Mixed with the whoop of the crane and the roar of the grim
alligator。
Thus ere another noon they emerged from the shades； and before
them
Lay； in the golden sun； the lakes of the Atchafalaya。
Water…lilies in myriads rocked on the slight undulations
Made by the passing oars； and； resplendent in beauty； the lotus
Lifted her golden crown above the heads of the boatmen。
Faint was the air with the odorous breath of magnolia blossoms；
And with the heat of noon； and numberless sylvan islands；
Fragrant and thickly embowered with blossoming hedges of roses；
Near to whose shores they glided along； invited to slumber。
Soon by the fairest of these their weary oars were suspended。
Under the boughs of Wachita willows； that grew by the margin；
Safely their boat was moored； and scattered about on the
greensward；
Tired with their midnight toil； the weary travellers slumbered。
Over them vast and high extended the cope of a cedar。
Swinging from its great arms； the trumpet…flower and the
grapevine
Hung their ladder of ropes aloft like the ladder of Jacob；
On whose pendulous stairs the angels ascending； descending；
Were the swift humming…birds； that flitted from blossom to
blossom。
Such was the vision Evangeline saw as she slumbered beneath it。
Filled was her heart with love； and the dawn of an opening heaven
Lighted her soul in sleep with the glory of regions celestial。
Nearer； ever nearer； among the numberless islands；
Darted a light； swift boat； that sped away o'er the water；
Urged on its course by the sinewy arms of hunters and trappers。
Northward its prow was turned； to the land of the bison and
beaver。
At the helm sat a youth； with countenance thoughtful and
careworn。
Dark and neglected locks overshadowed his brow； and a sadness
Somewhat beyond his years on his face was legibly written。
Gabriel was it； who； weary with waiting； unhappy and restless；
Sought in the Western wilds oblivion of self and of sorrow。
Swiftly they glided along； close under the lee of the island；
But by the opposite bank； and behind a screen of palmettos；
So that they saw not the boat； where it lay concealed in the
willows；
All undisturbed by the dash of their oars； and unseen； were the
sleepers；
Angel of God was there none to awaken the slumbering maiden。
Swiftly th