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Show AMONG THE BIG TREES. The vandal's ax no more will ring Along these stately aisles. He marked for death this scquoi' king, None nobler for miles. The spoiler's torch, the campfire's flare May bring the giant down, The thunderbolt may strip it bare From bas.c to tossing crown. You shaft of bronze and tawny gold No woodman yet .has scaled. Mark where a long-gone rover bold His rude initials nailed. A rod below the nearest limb His strength and nerve were spent; No rival comes his fame to dim There stands his monument A merry throng Is dancing hero; They freely swing and bound. 1 The dancing floor's a one-piece pier, Sunk deeply in ihe ground. In all the world (they've searched it A counterpart there's none. 'Twas built ere Rome a Caesar bore Its architect the sun. Chicago Tribune. oo |