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When bright-hued leaves from tree and thicket fall,
And on the ground their autumn carpet strew;
And overhead the wild geese honking call,
In wedge-shaped column, high amid the blue;

When from the sagebrush, and from mountain high,
The quail’s soft note reechoes far and wide;
When hunter moon hangs crescent in the sky,
And wild deer range on rugged mountain side;

When old primeval instincts, nature born,
Stir in the hunter’s blood with lust to kill,
And drive him forth with dog and gun, at morn,
To sheltered blind, or runway ’neath the hill

All these proclaim the glorious autumn days,
When Nature spends her wealth with lavish hand,
And o’er the landscape spreads a purple haze,
And waves her magic scepter o’er the land.