eat hero which makes it possible to introduce the love note here.

Come all you friends of the Red Gods and I will tell you a wonderful
tale
Of the time when all men were he-men who followed the Wanigan trail.

It happened the year of the big wind up on the river Ski,
The snow was deep in the mountains and the river was running high.

Joe McFrau was the boss of the crew and king of the river dogs;
He walked like a bear on the solid ground but was light as a cat on the
logs.

They had reached the break of the river where Sunset Falls foams white,
Where the Red Gods laugh at the might of men and dance in the evening
light.

Where the water roars down a devil's chute, pure white like a river of
milk,
And fairy rainbows come and go like ever changing silk.

The river above is wide and calm and lures like a siren's song,
But the crest of the falls is swift and dark and cruel and fierce and
strong.

And down below where the water strikes the great waves break like rain
And the creamy waters heave and sigh like a river god in pain.

But close beside the catarack lived the hunter John McGraw
With a winsome daughter Rosa who had smiled at Joe McFrau,

She stood below by the water, watching the white foam fly,
And the logs that her Joe was driving like straws come whirling by.

And above McFrau was thinking what a picture, fair, she made,
How she seemed to love the water and was not a bit afraid.

But even as he watched her he saw her slip and fall;
He was stricken dumb and helpless, he could neither move nor call.

But as a press on the trigger came her despairing cry,
With one great leap he was riding a log that was drifting by.

Right in the maw of the torrent! My God! was the man insane?
Few men entered that catarack; none ever came out again.

And now to ride with the log drive! 'Twas crazy suicide!
Who would dream he'd been hit so hard that he'd want to die at her side?

But he rode like a fiend incarnate. They stood with eyes apop.
They knew each plunge would drown him, but ever he rose to the top.

It seemed an age they watched him, a dozen times go down,
Each time a little longer, but I guess frogs never drown.

At last he reached the bottom, the men all gave a cheer,
But his thoughts were on that curly head and he didn't seem to hear.

And presently he spied her, a dozen feet away,
Sometimes lost in the bi