Silas Strong, Emperor of the Woods. Irving Bacheller

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       Irving Bacheller

      Silas Strong, Emperor of the Woods

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4064066216634

Table of Contents

       SILAS STRONG

       I

       II

       III.

       IV

       S. STRONG

       GUIDE AND CONTRIVER

       V

       VI

       VII

       VIII

       IX.

       X

       XI.

       XII.

       XIII

       "THE STORY OF THE MELLERED BEAR.

       XIV

       XV

       XVI

       XVII

       XVIII

       XIX

       XX

       XXI

       XII

       XXIII

       XXIV

       XXV

       XXVI

       THE VENISON-TREE

       XXVII

       XXVIII

       XXIX

       XXX

       S STRONG

       HAS MOVED TO RAINBOW LAKE

       XXXI

       XXXII

       STOP TRAPS AHED

       S. STRONG.

       XXXIII

       XXXIV

       XXXV

       XXXVI

SILAS STRONG

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I

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      THE song of the saws began long ago at the mouths of the rivers. Slowly the axes gnawed their way southward, and the ominous, prophetic chant followed them. Men seemed to goad the rivers to increase their speed. They caught and held and harnessed them as if they had been horses and drove them into flumes and leaped them over dams and pulled and hauled and baffled them until they broke away with the power of madness in their rush. But, even then, the current of the rivers would not do; the current of thunderbolts could not have whirled the wheels with speed enough.

      Now steam bursts upon the piston-head with the power of a hundred horses. The hungry steel races through columns of pine as if they were soft as butter and its' bass note booms night and day to the heavens. Hear it now. The burden of that old song is m-o-r-e, m-o-r-e, m-o-r-e!

      It is doleful music, God knows, but, mind you, it voices the need of the growing land. It sings of the doom of the woods. It may be heard all along the crumbling edge of the wilderness from Maine to Minnesota. Day by day hammers beat time while the saws continue their epic chorus.

      There are towers and spires and domes and high walls where, in our boyhood, there were only trees far older than the century,