Duncan Campbell Scott (Дункан Кэмпбелл Скотт)

At the Cedars

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 Isa

1. To a Canadian Aviator Who Died for his Country in France
2. An Impromptu
3. Dream Voyageurs
4. Meditation at Perugia
5. The Wood-Spring to the Poet

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