Chapter 23 PACKING UP

THE LAST NIGHT PACKING UP INSTRUCTIONS TO LEADERS THE LAST WORD

Farewell, wild hearth where many logs have burned;

Among your stones the fireweed may grow.

The brant[1] are flown, the maple-leaves have turned,

The goldenrod is brown-and we must go.

-Arthur Guiterman.

[Transcriber's Footnote 1: brant: Dark wild goose of the Arctic