The passing of the storm, and other poems . s and boughs. The rustic bunks within the house 26 The Passing of the Storm Were not elaborate affairs; While boxes filled the place of chairs. Tacked on the unpretentious wall Were advertisements, great and small, While lithograph and crayon scenes, Clipped from the standard magazines, Comprised a mimic gallery, Which broke the walFs monotony. No carpets were upon that floor, But at the bottom of the door The rug, against its yawning crack, Consisted of a gunny-sack. Nor was there lock upon that door, The guardian of sordid pelf; The traveller, dist
The passing of the storm, and other poems . s and boughs. The rustic bunks within the house 26 The Passing of the Storm Were not elaborate affairs; While boxes filled the place of chairs. Tacked on the unpretentious wall Were advertisements, great and small, While lithograph and crayon scenes, Clipped from the standard magazines, Comprised a mimic gallery, Which broke the walFs monotony. No carpets were upon that floor, But at the bottom of the door The rug, against its yawning crack, Consisted of a gunny-sack. Nor was there lock upon that door, The guardian of sordid pelf; The traveller, distressed and sore, Might enter there and help himself. Within this weather-beaten hutOf logs, by many a tempest doors and windows closely keep the genial warmth inside;A group of hardy mountaineers,Blockaded by the winters by the firesides ruddy old, and old beyond their years,As disappointments, toil and constitute the miners life,Must operate with process sure,Toward age, unduly premature;. =c OL S o 03 —OJ -^ so The Storm 27 For years, in stern privation spent,Are traced in seam and lineament,Which gives the patriarchal faceIts rugged dignity and grace. Although by fond illusions led,Through phantasies of empty mark an ultimate miner still sees hope prospector could never copeWith dangers and for the visionary hopeWhich both deceives and mollifies,Alluring him with siren songHer vague uncertain paths along. Yet some, this stalwart group among. Were adolescent,—even young. For hearts, which youthful breasts conceal, Oft burn with energetic zeal. To ope, with labor^s patient key. The mountains hidden treasury. Most furiously it blew and cheerily the firelight as the forked tongues of flame,In fierce combustion, writhed and moments space remained the conversation swayed and turned. 28 The Passing of the Storm For tales were told of avalan
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