When the supper was ended they drew their chairs to the fireplace, Spacious, open-hearted, profuse of flame and of firewood, Lord of forests unfelled, and not a gleaner of fagots, Spreading its arms to embrace with inexhaustible bounty All who fled from the cold, exultant, laughing at winter!
"The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow"
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Trees remained unfelled, the land untilled, while the men lay on the bare ground about the fort groaning and in misery.
"This Country Of Ours"
H. E. Marshall Author: Henrietta Elizabeth Marshall