’Tis merry to hear, at evening time,
  By the blazing hearth the sleigh-bells chime;
  To know the bounding steeds bring near
  The loved one to our bosom dear. 
  Ah, lightly we spring the fire to raise,
  Till the rafters glow with the ruddy blaze;
  Those merry sleigh-bells, our hearts keep time
  Responsive to their fairy chime. 
  Ding-dong, ding-dong, o’er vale and hill,
  Their welcome notes are trembling still.

  ’Tis he, and blithely the gay bells sound,
  As glides his sleigh o’er the frozen ground;
  Hark! he has pass’d the dark pine wood,
  He crosses now the ice-bound flood,
  And hails the light at the open door
  That tells his toilsome journey’s o’er. 
  The merry sleigh-bells!  My fond heart swells
  And throbs to hear the welcome bells;
  Ding-dong, ding-dong, o’er ice and snow,
  A voice of gladness, on they go.

  Our hut is small, and rude our cheer,
  But love has spread the banquet here;
  And childhood springs to be caress’d
  By our beloved and welcome guest. 
  With a smiling brow, his tale he tells,
  The urchins ring the merry sleigh-bells;
  The merry sleigh-bells, with shout and song
  They drag the noisy string along;
  Ding-dong, ding-dong, the father’s come
  The gay bells ring his welcome home.

  From the cedar-swamp the gaunt wolves howl,
  From the oak loud whoops the felon owl;
  The snow-storm sweeps in thunder past,
  The forest creaks beneath the blast;
  No more I list, with boding fear,
  The sleigh-bells’ distant chime to hear. 
  The merry sleigh-bells, with soothing power
  Shed gladness on the evening hour. 
  Ding-dong, ding-dong, what rapture swells
  The music of those joyous bells.

[Many versions have been given of this song, and it has been set to music in the States.  I here give the original copy, written whilst leaning on the open door of my shanty, and watching for the return of my husband.]

CHAPTER VIII

JOHN MONAGHAN

  “Dear mother Nature! on thy ample breast
  Hast thou not room for thy neglected son? 
  A stern necessity has driven him forth
  Alone and friendless.  He has naught but thee,
  And the strong hand and stronger heart thou gavest,
  To win with patient toil his daily bread.”

A few days after the old woman’s visit to the cottage, our servant James absented himself for a week, without asking leave, or giving any intimation of his intention.  He had under his care a fine pair of horses, a yoke of oxen, three cows, and a numerous family of pigs, besides having to chop all the firewood required for our use.  His unexpected departure caused no small trouble in the family; and when the truant at last made his appearance, Moodie discharged him altogether.