Wednesday, October 3, 2012

There are strange things done in the midnight sun...

Finally, the change in the weather arrives.  We have had over 42 days of sunshine and warmer than normal temperatures.  Yesterday, the winds of change blew in and this morning we woke up to snow on the mountain.




In between pulling out veggies in the garden and canning and freezing them, RMM and I are reading an interesting book, "How It Looks Going Back" by Doris Knowles Pulis.  A memoir about a young girl growing up in the remote Yaak River country of Montana.  In 1949 her parents decide to move from San Diego to the Yaak.   In the winter there was a lot of snow (four feet, six feet, eight feet) and very cold temperatures (20 below, 30 below, 40 below).  To pass the time they played games and read a lot of books.  She tells of her father reading the poem , "The Cremation of Sam McGee".  I hadn't thought of that poem for many years.  Retired Mountain Man's father used to quote it from memory.  


There are strange things done in the midnight sun
      By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
      That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
      But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
      I cremated Sam McGee.

The poem was written by Robert Service and published in 1907 in his book, The Spell of the Yukon.   You can read the entire poem at this link.  The Cremation of Sam McGee

1 comment:

  1. Yes! "Please close that door." That is a great reminder that the cold is coming in! I will appreciate the warmth we have left. We certainly haven't had cold like cold can be!

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