Flint and Feather: Collected Verse
Produced by Andrew Sly
Collected Verse
By E. Pauline Johnson
To his Royal Highness The Duke of Connaught Who is Head Chief of the Six Nations Indians I inscribe this book by his own gracious permission
I cannot say how deeply it touched me to learn that Pauline Johnson expressed a wish on her death-bed that I, living here in the mother country all these miles away, should write something about her. I was not altogether surprised, however, for her letters to me had long ago shed a golden light upon her peculiar character. She had made herself believe, quite erroneously, that she was largely indebted to me for her success in the literary world. The letters I had from her glowed with this noble passion: the delusion about her indebtedness to me, in spite of all I could say, never left her. She continued to foster and cherish this delusion. Gratitude indeed was with her not a sentiment merely, as with most of us, but a veritable passion. And when we consider how rare a human trait true gratitude is—the one particular characteristic in which the lower animals put us to shame—it can easily be imagined how I was touched to find that this beautiful and grand Canadian girl remained down to the very last moment of her life the impersonation of that most precious of all virtues. I have seen much of my fellow men and women, and I never knew but two other people who displayed gratitude as a passion—indulged in it, I might say, as a luxury—and they were both poets. I can give no higher praise to the irritable genus. On this account Pauline Johnson will always figure in my memory as one of the noblest minded of the human race.
Circumstances made my personal knowledge of her all too slight. Our spiritual intimacy, however, was very strong, and I hope I shall be pardoned for saying a few words as to how our friendship began. It was at the time of Vancouver's infancy, when the population of the beautiful town of her final adoption was less than a twelfth of what it now is, and less than a fiftieth part of what it is soon going to be.
E. Pauline Johnson
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FLINT AND FEATHER
INTRODUCTION
AUTHOR'S FOREWORD
BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH
THE WHITE WAMPUM
OJISTOH
AS RED MEN DIE
THE PILOT OF THE PLAINS
THE CATTLE THIEF
A CRY FROM AN INDIAN WIFE
DAWENDINE
WOLVERINE
THE VAGABONDS
THE SONG MY PADDLE SINGS
THE CAMPER
AT HUSKING TIME
WORKWORN
EASTER
ERIE WATERS
THE FLIGHT OF THE CROWS
MOONSET
MARSHLANDS
JOE
SHADOW RIVER
RAINFALL
UNDER CANVAS
THE BIRDS' LULLABY
OVERLOOKED
FASTING
CHRISTMASTIDE
CLOSE BY
THE IDLERS
AT SUNSET
PENSEROSO
RE-VOYAGE
BRIER
WAVE-WON
THE HAPPY HUNTING GROUNDS
IN THE SHADOWS
NOCTURNE
MY ENGLISH LETTER
CANADIAN BORN
CANADIAN BORN
WHERE LEAPS THE STE. MARIE
HARVEST TIME
LADY LORGNETTE
LOW TIDE AT ST. ANDREWS
BEYOND THE BLUE
THE MARINER
LULLABY OF THE IROQUOIS
THE CORN HUSKER
PRAIRIE GREYHOUNDS
GOLDEN—OF THE SELKIRKS
THE SONGSTER
THISTLE-DOWN
THE RIDERS OF THE PLAINS [2]
SILHOUETTE
A PRODIGAL
"THROUGH TIME AND BITTER DISTANCE" [3]
AT HALF-MAST
THE SLEEPING GIANT
THE QUILL WORKER
GUARD OF THE EASTERN GATE
AT CROW'S NEST PASS
"GIVE US BARABBAS" [4]
YOUR MIRROR FRAME
THE CITY AND THE SEA
FIRE-FLOWERS
A TOAST
LADY ICICLE
THE LEGEND OF QU'APPELLE VALLEY
THE ART OF ALMA-TADEMA
GOOD-BYE
MISCELLANEOUS POEMS
IN GREY DAYS
BRANDON
THE INDIAN CORN PLANTER
THE CATTLE COUNTRY
AUTUMN'S ORCHESTRA
THE TRAIL TO LILLOOET
CANADA
THE LIFTING OF THE MIST
THE HOMING BEE
THE LOST LAGOON
THE TRAIN DOGS
THE KING'S CONSORT
WHEN GEORGE WAS KING
DAY DAWN
THE ARCHERS
THE WOLF
THE MAN IN CHRYSANTHEMUM LAND
CALGARY OF THE PLAINS
THE BALLAD OF YAADA [5]
"AND HE SAID, FIGHT ON" [6]