Item PDP10256 - The White Sow of Tregenna Woods, St. Ives [panel 2]

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The White Sow of Tregenna Woods, St. Ives [panel 2]

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Emily Carr

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  • Statements of responsibility: The author (and artist) is known to be Emily Carr

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PDP10256

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  • [ca. 1902] (Creation)

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1 handwritten poem in two pieces; 16.0 cm x 11.0 cm (top) ; 20.5 cm x 9.0 cm (lower)

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(1871-1945)

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Item consists of one handwritten poem in two pieces. The poem is affixed to the centre panel of a three-panel booklet (PDP10254), with two paintings on either side which illustrate the contents of the poem. Transcript of original text:

*I am a Colonial and have heard the English say

  • "Colonials have no manners," your advice then lend me pray
  • One day my pathway led me into a lonely wood
  • T'was far away but fine the day and good
  • And yet your English climate is full of whims and so
  • Down poured the rain and I must into shelter go
  • I meet another student in the same plight as I
  • The nearest refuge that we find is but an old pigsty
  • A placid Sow lies sleeping upon the scattered straw
  • We enter, and take shelter within the open door
  • She shares with us her little pen, hospitable and kind
  • For full an hour while lasts the shower
  • We warmth and shelter find
  • Once more into that wood I wend my lonely way
  • Once more comes on a heavy shower from the sty I'm far away
  • But today I need not flee my umbrella is with me
  • Now while I shelter thus enjoy I hear a grunt close by
  • Good Mrs. Sow is waddling past the owner of the sty
  • The rain is pouring down her back and dropping from her ears
    *And rolling down her fatted cheeks like showers of briny tears
  • And this is now my question answear Englishman whilt thow?
  • "Should I share my umbrella with that fat and soaking sow?"

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This poem is part of PDP10154 which includes PDP10255, PDP10256, and PDP10257.

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Accession number: 2015.22

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