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 Isaac Dufour, Were ashore. He leaped on a log in the front of the rush, And shot out from the bind While the jam roared behind; As he floated along He balanced his pole And tossed us a song. But, just as we cheered, Up darted a log from the bottom, Leaped thirty feet fair and square, And came down on his own. He went up like a block With the shock; And when he was there In the air, Kissed his hand To the land. When he dropped My heart stopped, For the first log had caught him And crushed him; When he rose in his place There was blood on his face. There were some girls, Baptiste, Picking berries on the hillside, Where the river curls, Baptiste, You know, -- on the still side. One was down by the water, She saw Isaac Fall back. She did not scream, Baptiste! She launched her canoe; It did seem, Baptiste, That she wanted to die too, For before you could think The birch cracked like a shell In the rush of hell, And I saw them both sink -- Baptiste! He had two girls, One is Virginie; What God calls the other Is not known to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE GARDEN AT THE DAWN HOUR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE FOUR BROTHERS by CARL SANDBURG BURIAL OF MOSES by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER SEA UNICORNS AND LAND UNICORNS by MARIANNE MOORE TO THE BELGIANS by LAURENCE BINYON TO MY SWEETHEART by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE FIGHTING WORD by BERTON BRALEY HEIRS OF TWILIGHT by HELENE M. BUTEAU ODE TO A LADY WHOSE LOVER WAS KILLED BY A BALL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |