CASSIAR, B.C.

| sit here forlorn in the tomb-still morn

As smoke curls heavenly high.

And there’s nary a sound, ‘cept the bark of
a hound,

And the odd, coarse raven cry.

There's a clear blue sky, but the sun’s not high,
And the hoar frost clings to the trees.
“he mountains not far stretch up to a star,

id the snow lies up to your knees.

| see a bright light as the sun has a fight

To spring from the valley below.

And the morn comes alive, like bees in a hive
With trucks full of men on the go.

The engines all roar to warm up some more,
And the sound of the wheels and the squeals
All make a great sight, of a land in a fight
To win over nature's ordeals.

The people all here are hardy, it’s clear,

Hand picked with wisdom and care.

There’s men of all races, some bush on their
faces,

Come far to live in Cassiar.

February 1969

ODE TO CASSIAR
By: J. O. Wolfe

There are men in the pit and some of great wit,
And crews on the bagging machine.

The cooks that are here are full of good cheer,
And curlers of greatest esteem.

The him and the her all bundled in fur,

Are mentioned in Service’s McGee.

But the dogs are replaced by a scoot in its
place,

And the folks tear around on a spree.

There’s a hill for the ski and a rink that is free,
And a show for the town to enjoy.

A hospital bed with a Doc at the head,

And a crib for a girl or a boy.

A bar for the crew with a dollar or two,
And a Mountie that’s fair if you're clean,
A bus to be had, that’s driven by Abb
Through weather that’s known to be mean.

There’s a place here for you, it’s certainly
true,

Much sport in the fresh open air.

It’s open for all who answer the call

To work at the Mine — Cassiar.

Mr. J. O. Wolfe of the Mining Association was in Cassiar last month to give lectures on the Neil George

Safety System.

We are very grateful to him for his colourful account of life in our community.