Above and Below 



The St. Croix River flows between St. 

 Stephens, Canada, and Calais, Maine. 

 Thrown across the stream from the mill 

 properties there is a staunch and well con- 

 structed dam. 



Within the huge mills, on the English side, 

 the relentless jaws of mechanical demons 

 seize and devour thousands and thousands 

 of royal logs, once kings of the forest. 



As each victim is fashioned into proper 

 shape for building purposes the cruel wheels 

 shriek their joy. 



Like snowflakes of the storm, saw-dust in 

 whirring showers fill the air and falling into 

 the waters impart to them the tinge of their 

 own lifeblood. 



In its obscured, smoothed pathway of prog- 

 ress, this silent stream smashes into rapids 

 in the basin below, as rolling in unbroken 

 volume over the dam it pours its sheet of 

 waters. 



Beyond the ceaseless din of saw and log, 

 quite far above the dam barrels and barrels 

 of choice vintages hogsheads, casks, and 

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