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The Sot-weed Factor: or, A Voyage to Maryland. A Satyr.: In which is Describ'd The Laws, Government, Courts and Constitutions of the Country, and also the Buildings, Feasts, Frolicks, Entertainments and Drunken Humours of the Inhabitants of that Part of America. In Burlesque Verse.Cooke, Ebenezer

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The Sot-weed Factor: or, A Voyage to Maryland. A Satyr.: In which is Describ'd The Laws, Government, Courts and Constitutions of the Country, and also the Buildings, Feasts, Frolicks, Entertainments and Drunken Humours of the Inhabitants of that Part of America. In Burlesque Verse.

Name: The Sot-weed Factor: or, A Voyage to Maryland. A Satyr.: In which is Describ'd The Laws, Government, Courts and Constitutions of the Country, and also the Buildings, Feasts, Frolicks, Entertainments and Drunken Humours of the Inhabitants of that Part of America. In Burlesque Verse.
Author: Cooke, Ebenezer

Cooke, Ebenezer

Maryland -- Description and travel -- Poetry

For fear of being deaf out-right,
  And curst the melancholy Night;
  But soon my Vows I did recant,
  And Hearing as a Blessing grant;
  When a confounded Rattle-Snake,
  With hissing made my Heart to ake:
  Not knowing how to fly the Foe,
  Or whither in the Dark to go;
  By strange good Luck, I took a Tree,
  Prepar'd by Fate to set me free;
     Where riding on a Limb a stride,
     Night and the Branches did me hide,
     And I the Devil and Snake defy'd.
  Not yet from Plagues exempted quite,
  The curst Muskitoes did me bite;
  Till rising Morn' and blushing Day,
  Drove both my Fears and Ills away;
  And from Night's Errors set me free.
  Discharg'd from hospitable Tree;
     I did to Planter's Booth repair,
     And there at Breakfast nobly Fare
     On rashier broil'd of infant Bear:
  I thought the Cub delicious Meat,
  Which ne'er did ought but Chesnuts eat;
  Nor was young Orsin's flesh the worse,
  Because he sucked a Pagan Nurse.
  Our Breakfast done, my Landlord stout,
  Handed a Glass of Rum about;
  Pleas'd with the Treatment I did find,
  I took my leave of Oast so kind;
  Who to oblige me, did provide,
  His eldest son to be my Guide,
     And lent me Horses of his own,
     A skittish Colt, and aged Rhoan,
     The four-leg'd prop of his Wife _Joan_:
  Steering our Barks in Trot or Pace,
  We sail'd directly for a place
  In _Mary-Land_, of high renown,
  Known by the Name of Battle-Town.
     To view the Crowds did there resort,
     Which Justice made, and Law their sport,
     In that sagacious County Court:

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The Sot-weed Factor: or, A Voyage to Maryland. A Satyr.: In which is Describ'd The Laws, Government, Courts and Constitutions of the Country, and also the Buildings, Feasts, Frolicks, Entertainments and Drunken Humours of the Inhabitants of that Part of America. In Burlesque Verse.

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