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    Fires - Book III The Hare, and Other Tales
    Fires - Book III The Hare, and Other Tales
    Fires - Book III The Hare, and Other Tales
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    Fires - Book III The Hare, and Other Tales

    By Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

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    PublisherArchive Classics
    Release dateNov 27, 2013
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      Fires - Book III The Hare, and Other Tales - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

      FIRES - BOOK III

      This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at http://www.gutenberg.org/license.

      Title: Fires - Book III

      The Hare, and Other Tales

      Author: Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

      Release Date: May 09, 2013 [EBook #42679]

      Language: English

      Character set encoding: UTF-8

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK FIRES - BOOK III ***

      Produced by Al Haines.

      FIRES

      BOOK III

      THE HARE, AND OTHER TALES

      BY

      WILFRID WILSON GIBSON

      LONDON

      ELKIN MATHEWS, VIGO STREET

      M CM XII

      BY THE SAME WRITER

      WOMENKIND (1912)

      DAILY BREAD (1910)

      THE STONEFOLDS (1907)

      ON THE THRESHOLD (1907)

      CONTENTS

      The Dancing Seal

      The Slag

      Devil's Edge

      The Lilac Tree

      The Old Man

      The Hare

      Thanks are due to the editors of RHYTHM, and THE NATION, for leave to reprint some of these tales.

      FIRES

      THE DANCING SEAL

      When we were building Skua Light--

      The first men who had lived a night

      Upon that deep-sea Isle--

      As soon as chisel touched the stone,

      The friendly seals would come ashore;

      And sit and watch us all the while,

      As though they'd not seen men before;

      And so, poor beasts, had never known

      Men had the heart to do them harm.

      They'd little cause to feel alarm

      With us, for we were glad to find

      Some friendliness in that strange sea;

      Only too pleased to let them be

      And sit as long as they'd a mind

      To watch us: for their eyes were kind

      Like women's eyes, it seemed to me.

      So, hour on hour, they sat: I think

      They liked to hear the chisels' clink:

      And when the boy sang loud and clear,

      They scrambled closer in to hear;

      And if he whistled sweet and shrill,

      The queer beasts shuffled nearer still:

      But every sleek and sheeny skin

      Was mad to hear his violin.

      When, work all over for the day,

      He'd take his fiddle down and play

      His merry tunes beside the sea,

      Their eyes grew brighter and more bright,

      And burned and twinkled merrily:

      And as I watched them one still night,

      And saw their eager sparkling eyes,

      I felt those lively seals would rise

      Some shiny night ere he could know,

      And dance about him, heel and toe,

      Unto the fiddle's heady tune.

      And at the rising of the moon,

      Half-daft, I took my stand before

      A young seal lying on the shore;

      And called on her to dance with me.

      And it seemed hardly strange when she

      Stood up before me suddenly,

      And shed her black and sheeny skin;

      And smiled, all eager to begin...

      And I was dancing, heel and toe,

      With a young maiden white as snow,

      Unto a crazy violin.

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