Robert W. Service,
Rhymes of a Red-Cross Man — The Man from Athabaska
(1916)
“ And I tell them of the ranges, of the pack-strap and the saddle, And they fill their pipes in silence, and their eyes beseech for more; While above the star-shells fizzle and the high explosives roar. ”
Robert W. Service,
Rhymes of a Red-Cross Man — The Man from Athabaska
(1916)
“ And at night they gather round me, and I tell them of my roaming In the Country of the Crepuscule beside the Frozen Sea,Where the musk-ox runs unchallenged, and the cariboo goes homing; And they sit like little children, just as quiet as can be: Men of every crime and colour, how they harken unto me! ”
Robert W. Service,
Rhymes of a Red-Cross Man — The Man from Athabaska
(1916)
“ And I'll give the wife the "pickle-tub" I promised, and I'll ask her The price of mink and marten, and the run of cariboo, And I'll get my traps in order, and I'll start to work anew.For I've had my fill of fighting, and I've seen a nation scattered, And an army swung to slaughter, and a river red with gore,And a city all a-smoulder, and . . . as if it really mattered, For the lake is yonder dreaming, and my cabin's on the shore;And the dogs are leaping madly, and the wife is singing gladly, And I'll rest in Athabaska, and I'll leave it nevermore. ”
