our NEEDLE we depend
ye THICK WOODS our COURSE to know
after it ye CHAIN Extend
we must gain our DISTANCE so
ye HILLS through BRUSHEY PLAINS
HIDIOUS SWAMPS where is no TRACK
RIVERS, BROOKS we with much PAINS
forced to travel forth & back...
WEARY STEPS has brought us home
NEEDLE, CHAIN have some respite
and DIVIDERS in use come
FIT all for next morning light
though we’re CAREFUL in ye same
HAST & OBSTICLES will yeild
after times they will us BLAME
ROUGH WILD WOODS are made a Field.
1730 poem, from a map of "25 Divisions" in Stoughton,
Massachusetts. Reprinted from The Maryland Surveyor, Vol. 24, No. 2,
March 1997. Our thanks to editor C. Langelan for passing this along.