Evening Republican, Volume 15, Number 187, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 9 August 1911 — The Snowslide. [ARTICLE]

The Snowslide.

For weeks had I crouched in my lair Where the peaks are craggy and bald. Awaiting a summon* there— And at last the south wind called. It summoned me forth to leap. And it loosened my icy bands, And so, with a mighty sweep, I sped to the lower lands. The rocks that stood In my path I juggled like children’s toys; I smote the pine* in my wrath And they fell with a thund’rous noise. And the town that had mocked me so. With its lights that would never sleep. Can point to its scars and show Where ended the snowslide’s leap. —Arthur Chapman, in Denver Republican.