Songs of the Rockies . ncakes—a slice of ham— A little fruit—fill full the inner tight buttoned coat, warm cap, mittened hand. And eyes set gainst the glint of snow and sand—Were off, the dog and I, with axe and saw. Up the steep slope full in the wild winds maw. We cross the glassy roof of iced streams course. Low, deep gurgling thru the airholes meadow grass—mauled, frayed to brassybrown— Seems scarce to keep root hold in the smaller trees about us bend and groan; The large ones stiff receive the shock, and life to bid the dogs attention gay: Bird, squirre
Songs of the Rockies . ncakes—a slice of ham— A little fruit—fill full the inner tight buttoned coat, warm cap, mittened hand. And eyes set gainst the glint of snow and sand—Were off, the dog and I, with axe and saw. Up the steep slope full in the wild winds maw. We cross the glassy roof of iced streams course. Low, deep gurgling thru the airholes meadow grass—mauled, frayed to brassybrown— Seems scarce to keep root hold in the smaller trees about us bend and groan; The large ones stiff receive the shock, and life to bid the dogs attention gay: Bird, squirrel, rabbit—all have fled the day. 110 The mountain crests sharp in defiance stand. Tossing off the mad wind-hounds that glut the horns whose keen thrusts loud the beasts makehowl, And drive them sore on lesser heights to to the deep protecting forest we. In whose thick pungent depths from mad gales free,We cut and gather fallen spruce and pine. For cottage fires and deepest winter Ill From the Vale of Elkanah, distant about fori^-ftve miles as the crow flies, and from an altitude of9,000 feet, can be seen the lights of Denver, as the^are reflected from the low clouds that frequently hoverover the city at night. The upper slopes of the Valeitself, at altitudes of 10,000 feet and upward, areplainly visible with the naked eye from the view pointsand parks in the above named city. 112 CITY LIGHTS SEEN FROM THEWILDERNESS OFT, as from my hut at nightI scan the low hung southeastern sky,I can, reflected on the lights of a great city fancy, I see its thronged streetsOf pleasure rife and worldly tho I myself were , my soul, in its carnal strife. Yet tell me, thou thence-from speeding of all that motley by the glory of his God,As I, on this lone hill, Hfts songOf that love divine, which in EarthAnd Heaven, sweet fills thirsting alone, shorn of goods and Lifes voyage
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