THE BROWNIES CROSS THE ATLANTIC.

However, if we fail to reach

Norwegian soil, we ll find some beach
That to our raft may kinder be

Than Norway’s rocks or maelstrom sea.”
Thus well encouraged at the start,

They soon prepared, through mystic art,
A wide affair, where each could rest,
And sit or stand as pleased him best,
While trusting with a patient heart

The ocean to perform its part.

Said one: ‘No state-rooms we ’ll provide
Wherein a favored few can hide,

‘Nor make a hold or steerage deep

Where some in dangerous times might creep;
But all alike, through storm or wreck,
Must take their chances on the deck.”

With willing hands, in manner fine

 

To carry out their grand design,

At work the active Brownies stayed,
Until the strange concern was made.
Of leatherwood and various things

They manufactured ropes and strings,
Which served them well for many a day
With stores and rope-walks far away.
With prospects fine the trip began,
The sea with even motion ran,
And straight for Europe, as a crow

‘Could wing its way, the Brownies go;
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