From Duncan Campbell Scott
AT THE CEDARS
Duncan Campbell Scott
You had two girls -- Baptiste --
One is Virginie --
Hold hard -- Baptiste!
Listen to me.
The whole drive was jammed
In that bend at the Cedars,
The rapids were dammed
With the logs tight rammed
And crammed; you might know
The Devil had clinched them below.
We worked three days -- not a budge,
'She's as tight as a wedge, on the ledge,'
Says our foreman;
'Mon Dieu! boys, look here,
We must get this thing clear.'
He cursed at the men
And we went for it then;
With our cant-dogs arow,
We just gave he-yo-ho;
When she gave a big shove
From above.
The gang yelled and tore
For the shore,
The logs gave a grind
Like a wolf's jaws behind,
And as quick as a flash,
With a shove and a crash,
They were down in a mash,
But I and ten more,
All but Isaàc Dufour,
Were ashore.
He leaped on a log in the front of the rush,
And shot out from the bind
While the jam roared behind;
As he floated along
He balanced his pole
And tossed us a song.
But just as we cheered,
Up darted a log from the bottom,
Leaped thirty feet square and fair,
And came down on his own.
He went up like a block
With the shock,
And when he was there
In the air,
Kissed his hand
To the land;
When he dropped
My heart stopped,
For the first logs had caught him
And crushed him;
When he rose in his place
There was blood on his face.
About this poem
In the group called The Confederation Poets (Lampman, Carmen, Scott and Roberts).
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Written on December 13, 2022
Submitted by dougb.72572 on December 13, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | AX BCBX DADDCE XXCFXCCFEGG HHIIJJJHXH XIIKXKXXLC MMLLNNOOPPQQ |
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Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 1,336 |
Words | 310 |
Stanzas | 7 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 4, 6, 11, 10, 10, 12 |
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