This logger went on yelling about a rain of buttercups that would not make you wet, and a soft hail of poppy petals, and a wind of bluebells; but by and by he seemed to get mixed up and his voice got hoarse. Then another logger made himself heard above the tumult of bawled rhythms. He cried: “From Onion River did I come, Seeking a sweet opprobrium, A glorious derogatory For my rare lust and allegory. “When I reached this dear venial state, How my heart did debilitate! It leered, it fleshed, it energized, But its emulsion I disguised. “I doffed among the daisies snide Till their wan petals mortified. Egregious as incessant Noah, I swamped in carnal New Iowa.” “Poetry!” gasped Paul Bunyan. “Thunderation! Holy mackinaw!” But the loggers did not hear him, and Shanty Boy, the great bunkhouse bard, now made himself heard above the din. “Oho! I am a bully boy, I come from Thunder Bay At Pokemouche and Sault au Cochon I got the right o’ way.” “That’s more truth than poetry,” murmured Paul Bunyan, somewhat mollified. He waited to hear more of this piece which sounded like a bunkhouse ballad; but now Bab Babbitson, who had heretofore been looked upon as a useless fussbudget around the camp, began to read his poem. He had the loudest voice of anyone among the common men, and the other loggers stopped their own reading to listen to him. He bellowed: “Here is the land of opportunity. It is a sun-kissed land. Flowers bloom on the hills. The sun shines every day. The fruit grows thick on the trees and a man Can pick his breakfast off the trees every morning. People will want to buy farms here some day. Let’s organize a company and sell shares. “Here is the land of opportunity. It is a sun-kissed land. Flowers bloom on the hills. The sun shines every day. Here are pink meadows along a lavender river. They would make wonderful townsites. People will want to buy lots here some day. Let’s organize a company and sell shares. “Here is the land of opportunity. It is a sun-kissed land. Flowers bloom on the hills. The sun shines every day. And I’d bet good money there’s oil in this country. Anyway, it’s a wonderful place to dig for it. People will want to get in on the ground floor some day. Let’s organize a company and sell shares. “Yes, this is the land of opportunity. People will come here from all over some day To buy farms, lots, climate and oil wells. Let’s organize a company and sell shares.”