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By Scarlet Torch and Blade - Anthony Euwer
Anthony Euwer
By Scarlet Torch and Blade
Sharp Ink Publishing
2022
Contact: info@sharpinkbooks.com
ISBN 978-80-282-0674-1
Table of Contents
ILLUSTRATIONS
THE OPEN SPACES
BUILDERS OF HIGHWAYS
OREGON SNOW
THE PRUNER
SNOOTS
LITTLE BLACK BULL
MOUNTAIN TOPS
THE RIVER
THE JUGGLER
NATURE’S TOTEMS
MINSTRELS OF THE NIGHT
THE LONG BET
THE CAVES OF JOSEPHINE
HOBNOBBING WITH THE FIRMAMENT
PEOPLE AND THINGS
HEARTH-GLOW
THE WANT-AD OF MY SOUL
THE BELL
GOSSIP
LOVE’S LABOR LOST
THE HALF UNDONE
THE MAN WHO POISONS DOGS
A AND THE
MELTED CANDLES
HOLLY
MORE RHYME THAN REASON
MONDAY
GETTIN’ TO IT
FLIES
A DINO’S AURA
JUST CAT
DANGER!
A PAGEANT OF THE TREES
THE FOREST
THE SEQUOIA GIGANTIA
A SPRUCE’S ROOT
THE DOUGLAS FIR
THE TAMARACK
THE MONTEREY CYPRESS
THE MADRONA
THE YELLOW PINE
THE BRUSH
THE TIMBER-LINE
THE GHOST-TREES
RHYMES OF FRANCE
FROGS
TRANSITION
KIDDY OF FRANCE
SPRING—1919
HOMESICK
ILLUSTRATIONS
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THE OPEN SPACES
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BY SCARLET TORCH AND BLADE
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All the land is lying listless and a warm September breeze Has brushed the green to silver on the rustling orchard trees, And the near-by hills are curtained with a doleful, yellow cloak, For the world is swathed and sweltering and blanketed in smoke. Up the Sacramento Valley from the ’Frisco country south, To Seattle and Vancouver there’s a thirsty, baking drouth; From the Rockies to the Coast Range ’neath the heavy-hanging haze Leagues and leagues of trees are giving up their ghosts in smoke and blaze; There are endless acres smouldering, their trunks forever dead— Oh, is it any wonder that the sun’s a red-hot red!
From the towns they’re rushing fighters—rushing, rushing them by rail. They’re meeting them in motors and they’ll tote ’em up the trail Where the pack-nags are a-packing with a tramp, tramp, tramp— Packing tools and grub and blankets up the canyon to the camp. And fire they’ll foil with back-fire—pitting pitch ’gainst snarling pitch, They’ll slash the brake and lacerate the earth with upturned ditch; Their skins will smart with singeing draughts that play along their tracks, They’ll sting with wet from reeking sweat of shovel, pick and ax.
She’s headed up for Clear Creek and she’ll make it ’fore she stops, For she’s a roaring crown-fire with her windswept, blazing tops. From flaming lance to flaming lance on through the parching day, Exhaling clouds of rolling black, she surges on her way. She sucks the flying embers like a burning hurricane, She flings them miles around her in a sputtering, sparking rain, She pants and thirsts for living green, she stays not for the snags, She’s changed the steep embankments and she’s gained the higher crags; Her Devil’s dance leads ever up—exultingly she swings Her wild red arms out toward the heights—she sizzles and she sings; With dragon-spit she hisses, a maniac in her wrath, She laughs to scorn the human things that try to block her path. On yonder crest they’ve made their stand—hark to the timber fall, Again the winds have veered around—the bosses curse and call Through driving blasts of pitch-pine heat and pitch-pine smoke and smell, She’s turned again—hang to your tools—and damn you—run like Hell!
It takes a canny general whose eye’s a weather-vane, A mighty canny general with seamed and schemy brain, To meet the gay manœuvers and the unconventional ways That a breeze kicks up at noonday in a crown-fire forest blaze.
Her Devil’s dance leads ever up— Exultingly she swings Her wild red arms out toward the heights— She sizzles and she sings.
But when the cooling later hours have lulled her hot desire, She straggles down the blackened trunks in fretful gusts of fire. The tinder-brush has caught the spark, the temples of the night, Their purple columns towering high, glow in the amber light. There’s a maple dancing, dancing with her arabesques of gold, Till her flaming scarfs have shrivelled, fluttered down and touched the mould. From censers gleaming fitfully the dripping pitch-gum falls, And heavy incense fills those wild and weirdly lighted halls. Each hollow stump a cauldron is with molten pitch aglow— Its roots are twisted holes of pitch that pierce the earth below. Beyond the burning border of the bracken and the vine, A ruddy edge is eating through the carpet of the pine, But the fighters, they will meet it with their paths of upturned soil— It’s many days those little paths have saved in sweat and toil. A four-league stretch is burning now—the cavalcade of death Moves on with scarlet torch and blade and with a scarlet breath, And over all the smoking ridge, the clouds that hang like lead— Oh, is it any wonder that the moon’s a red-hot red!
And when the golden ladders of