{"id":91,"date":"2021-03-30T15:57:27","date_gmt":"2021-03-30T19:57:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.ryerson.ca\/flintandfeather\/?post_type=chapter&#038;p=91"},"modified":"2022-02-14T12:59:24","modified_gmt":"2022-02-14T17:59:24","slug":"joe","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/flintandfeather\/chapter\/joe\/","title":{"raw":"Joe","rendered":"Joe"},"content":{"raw":"<h2>An Etching<\/h2>\r\nA meadow brown; across the yonder edge\r\nA zigzag fence is ambling; here a wedge\r\nOf underbush has cleft its course in twain,\r\nTill where beyond it staggers up again;\r\nThe long, grey rails stretch in a broken line\r\nTheir ragged length of rough, split forest pine,\r\nAnd in their zigzag tottering have reeled\r\nIn drunken efforts to enclose the field,\r\nWhich carries on its breast, September born,\r\nA patch of rustling, yellow, Indian corn.\r\nBeyond its shrivelled tassels, perched upon\r\nThe topmost rail, sits Joe, the settler\u2019s son,\r\nA little semi-savage boy of nine.\r\nNow dozing in the warmth of Nature\u2019s wine,\r\nHis face the sun has tampered with, and wrought,\r\nBy heated kisses, mischief, and has brought\r\nSome vagrant freckles, while from here and there\r\nA few wild locks of vagabond brown hair\r\nEscape the old straw hat the sun looks through,\r\nAnd blinks to meet his Irish eyes of blue.\r\nBarefooted, innocent of coat or vest,\r\nHis grey checked shirt unbuttoned at his chest,\r\nBoth hardy hands within their usual nest\u2014\r\nHis breeches pockets\u2014so, he waits to rest\r\nHis little fingers, somewhat tired and worn,\r\nThat all day long were husking Indian corn.\r\nHis drowsy lids snap at some trivial sound,\r\nWith lazy yawns he slips towards the ground,\r\nThen with an idle whistle lifts his load\r\nAnd shambles home along the country road\r\nThat stretches on, fringed out with stumps and weeds,\r\nAnd finally unto the backwoods leads,\r\nWhere forests wait with giant trunk and bough\r\nThe axe of pioneer, the settler\u2019s plough.","rendered":"<h2>An Etching<\/h2>\n<p>A meadow brown; 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