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Adown the long river,
Deep-browning with mud,
The trees bend and quiver
‘Fore the rush of the flood;
Now standing, now stooping
Where snags lie in scores,
The pilot goes swooping
‘Tween scrub-covered shores.
A wild merry course is
The swift-running stream,
Where creeks add their forces
Abaft and abeam,
And rapids and narrows
Are thick with the spoil
Of the water that harrows
The rich river soil.
Huge logs of red cedar
Roll, tumble and turn
With miles ‘tween the leader
And the giants astern.
Through green boughs ashiver,
Through flotsam and spray,
‘Tis a joy on the river
When the logs dash away.
Ever watching behind them,
Releasing the strays
From lianas that bind them
In scrub-tangled ways,
Day-long he’s careening
Around the long bends,
For the tidal head steering
Where the lumber race ends.
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