MR . BUNT
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Oh, for the West Wind, West Wind, ho ! Maple leaves a -dancing go, Dance and turn
To the red, red glow . Gyem climbs again to the top of the hillock, crying to the flames : Come on, O flames, And burn your way
Through the crackling brush And the tinder hay :
With spark and flame You'll eat your way ; Then stop ! For the Wind Is on its way.
Slowly the sound of the Wind rises. It grows in volume until the chanting of the fire voices is lost in the rush of the oncoming storm . The
flames dance wildly. Then comes the Battle Song of the Wind. Black figures in stream ing silver capes rush in, dancing madly about the stage, chanting: Blow 'em down, West Wind, Blow 'em down flat!
Scatter 'em hither and thither and back ;
Beating 'em down on their blackened knees, Pick off the flames from the burning trees.
