Samuel Leonidas Simpson,
Oregon Historical Quarterly
(1900)
“ On a pine that is withered and bare, For the fir-top is trembling and rocking, In the blue of the clear upper air There's a crackling of fiber the crashing Of a century crushed at a blow, And the fir-trees are wringing and lashing Their hands in a frenzy of woe! A pheasant whirs up from the thicket In the hush that comes after the fall, And the squirrel retires to his wicket, And the bluebird renounces his call; And the panther lies crouched by the bowlder In the gloom of the canyon anear, And the brown bear looks over his shoulder, And the buck blows a signal of fear ”
