{"id":8937,"date":"2022-12-17T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-12-17T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=8937"},"modified":"2022-12-17T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2022-12-17T06:00:00","slug":"the-athabasca-trail","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/the-athabasca-trail\/","title":{"rendered":"The Athabasca Trail"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From <a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn85038485\/1914-12-17\/ed-1\/seq-4\/\">The Birmingham Age Herald, December 17, 1914<\/a>. By A. Conan Doyle.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>My life is gliding downwards; it speeds swifter to the day<br\/>When it shoots the last dark canyon to the Plains of Far-away,<br\/>But while its stream is running through the years that are to be,<br\/>The mighty voice of Canada will ever call to me.<br\/>I shall hear the roar of river, where the waters foam and tear;<br\/>I shall smell the virgin upland with its balsam-laden air;<br\/>And in dreams I shall be riding down the winding woody vale<br\/>With the packer and the packhorse on the Athabasca trail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>I have passed the warden cities at the Eastern water-gate<br\/>Where the hero and the martyr laid the corner-stone of state;<br\/>The habitant, courier-du-bois, and hardy voyageur,<br\/>Where lives a breed more strong at need to venture or endure?<br\/>I have seen the gorge of Erie, where the roaring waters run;<br\/>I have crossed the inland ocean lying golden in the sun;<br\/>But the last and best and sweetest is the ride by hill and dale<br\/>With the packer and the packhorse on the Athabasca Trail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>I\u2019ll dream again of fields of grain that stretch from sky to sky,<br\/>And the little prairie hamlets where the cars go roaring by;<br\/>Wooden hamlets as I saw them, mighty cities still to be,<br\/>To girdle stately Canada with gems from sea to sea.<br\/>Mother of a mighty manhood, land of glamor and of hope,<br\/>From your eastward sea-swept islands to the sunny western slope,<br\/>Ever more my heart is with you, evermore till life shall fail,<br\/>I\u2019ll be out with pack and packhorse on the Athabasca Trail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From The Birmingham Age Herald, December 17, 1914. By A. Conan Doyle. My life is gliding downwards; it speeds swifter to the dayWhen it shoots the last dark canyon to the Plains of Far-away,But while its stream is running through the years that are to be,The mighty voice of Canada will ever call to me.I [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,9],"tags":[36],"class_list":["post-8937","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-the-birmingham-age-herald","tag-a-conan-doyle"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8937","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8937"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8937\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8937"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8937"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8937"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}