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Title: The Last West and Paolo's Virginia

Author: G. B. Warren

Release Date: November 8, 2004 [EBook #13974]

Language: English

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Produced by Al Haines

THE LAST WEST

----AND----

Paolo's Virginia

G. B. WARREN

Copyright Canada, 1919

By G. B. Warren

CONTENTS

October Daybreak on Boundary Bay
The Last Arete
The Great Divide
Above the Clouds
Winter Sunset in the Cascade Range
Beside the Ocstall
Jansen's Curse
The Survey Cook
A Raid on the Seal Rookeries
The Coast of British Columbia
Vancouver
Victoria, B. C.

Paolo's Virginia (A Spring Phantasy)

Author's Introduction

To you who have lifted the veil of mists o'er-blown
And gazed in the eyes of dawn when night had flown--
Have felt in your hearts a thrill of sheer delight
As you scanned the scene below from some alpine height--
I extend this fleeting glimpse across a world
Of forest and meadow land--at last unfurled--
Through vistas of soaring peaks with frosted crest
In the fiorded wonderland of this--last--west.

October Daybreak on Boundary Bay

A skyline bold and clear
Of cold sharp corniced snow,
Where, bulking huge, the mass of Baker's cone
Shadows the world below.

'Tis bright with promise now!
That flood and field
Still shrouded in the mystery of night,
Will shortly be revealed.

The wildfowl on the bay
Call to the distant flight
Of ducks, that swoop from out the realms of space,
Seeking a place to light.

Sounds through the waking hours
The beating of countless wings,
Faint voices floating through the upper air
In softest whisperings.

A blush of coming day
Flooding the eastern sky,
Fresh rosy Dawn climbing the rampart hills,
Forces the night to fly:

Then from his lair the sun
Leaps forth. The fading gleam
Of silver moon and silent stars is quenched.
Day reigns once more supreme.

The Last Arete