The
Forest Fire
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The
night was grim and still with dread;
No star shone down from
heaven’s dome;
The ancient forest closed around
The settler’s lonely
home.
There came a glare that lit the north;
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There
came a wind that roused the night;
But child and father slumbered on,
Nor felt the growing light.
There came a noise of flying feet,
With many a strange and
dreadful cry;
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And
sharp flames crept and leapt along
The red verge of the sky.
There came a deep and gathering roar.
The father raised his
anxious head;
He saw the light, like a dawn of blood,
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That
streamed across his bed.
It lit the old clock on the wall,
It lit the room with splendor
wild,
It lit the fair and tumbled hair
Of the still sleeping
child;
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And zigzag fence, and rude log barn,
And chip-strewn yard, and
cabin gray,
Glowed crimson in the shuddering glare
Of that untimely day.
The boy was hurried from his sleep;
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The
horse was hurried from his stall;
Up from the pasture clearing came
The cattle’s frightened
call.
The boy was snatched to the saddle-bow.
Wildly, wildly, the father
rode.
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Behind
them swooped the hordes of flame
And harried their abode.
The scorching heat was at their heels;
The huge roar hounded
them in their flight;
Red smoke and many a flying brand
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Flew
o’er them through the night.
And past them fled the wildwood forms—
Far-striding moose, and
leaping deer,
And bounding panther, and coursing wolf,
Terrible-eyed with fear.
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And closer drew the fiery death;
Madly, madly, the father
rode;
The horse began to heave and fail
Beneath the double load.
The father’s mouth was white and stern,
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But
his eyes grew tender with long farewell.
He said: "Hold fast to your seat, Sweetheart,
And ride Old Jerry well!
"I must go back. Ride on to the
river.
Over the ford and the
long marsh ride,
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Straight
on to the town. And I’ll meet you, Sweetheart,
Somewhere on the other side."
He slipped from the saddle. The boy
rode on.
His hand clung fast in
the horse’s mane;
His hair blew over the horse’s neck;
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His
small throat sobbed with pain.
"Father! Father!" he cried aloud.
The howl of the fire-wind
answered him
With the hiss of soaring flames, and crash
Of shattering limb on
limb.
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But still the good horse galloped on,
With sinew braced and strength
renewed.
The boy came safe to the river ford,
And out of the deadly wood.
And now with his kinsfolk, fenced from fear,
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At
play in the heart of the city’s hum,
He stops in his play to wonder why
His father does not come! |
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