rise but the sun never rose at all,
So we sat by the light of the lantern waiting the breakfast call.

'Twas an event to call forth stories of wonderful times in the Past,
And I listened to marvelous stories till the Bull Cook's turn came at
last.

"I was just a lad," he started, "When I worked in Paul Bunyan's camps,
Darkness was nothing in those days for we had volcanoes for lamps.

"One year we were logging Missouri, before Bunyan came to the coast,
And had just finished building the Ozarks to serve as a snubbing post.

"We were working down an ice chute almost across the state,
When the weather turned suddenly warmer, hotter than Satan's grate.

"Twas the year of the great hot winter, hottest I ever felt,
And the ice cakes turned right into steam without even stopping to melt.

"Well, that was the end of our logging, but Bunyan must look around,
So he left his ox behind him and came to Puget Sound.

"And when he reached the water he picked himself a tree
And dug it out into a boat and so put out to sea.

"'Twas cooler on the water and so he sailed around
Till in the Caribbean Sea he finally run aground.

"For days he tried to float her, but it wasn't any use,
So he went and got his Blue Ox to pull the old tub loose.

"He gathered all the rigging he could from near and far,
But chains much larger than your leg were stretched into a bar.

"And all the gear he didn't break was melted by the heat,
And there are lakes all over Texas where the Blue Ox braced his feet.

"But every bit of timber was pulled loose from that boat
And still the old hulk lay there, she simply wouldn't float.

"Well, many years have passed since then and it's drifted o'er with sand
And trees have grown upon it until it's solid land.

"Now boys, that's simply history, as right as God above,
And the little isle of Cuba is the place I'm speaking of."

The Bull Cook finished up his tale and went about his task,
But there've always been some questions I'd kinder like to ask.

But he is dead and gathered to old Paul Bunyan's side,
And so I'll never know for sure if that old codger lied.

THE CHARMED LAND

A Western story of one of Paul's greatest feats of landscape engineering.

Old Hewey wrought, so I've been taught, six days to make the world;
He built the sky, and rearing high, the mighty mountains hurled;
One only spot he finished not, and then his