. . . They watched the fire all night
Stream toward Cachagua; the
big-coned inland pines
Made pillars of white flame. . . .
Little fires hiss and crackle. Big fires boom and howl. Boomers and howlers aplenty reverberated last week under western U. S. skies, advancing with gargantuan halloo on tinder-dry forests, wheat fields, grazing lands, defenceless towns. From streets, from factories, from jails went forth thousands of volunteers and conscripts to reenforce desperate, haggard foresters.
In the Pacific Northwest electrical storms, bringing no quenching rain, touched off countless...