All Else Is Folly. Peregrine Acland
Чтение книги онлайн.

Читать онлайн книгу All Else Is Folly - Peregrine Acland страница 2

Название: All Else Is Folly

Автор: Peregrine Acland

Издательство: Ingram

Жанр: Контркультура

Серия: Voyageur Classics

isbn: 9781459704251

isbn:

СКАЧАТЬ life of childish sports,” he would later write.3 According to Acland, it was his good fortune at age fifteen to be the guest of a school friend whose father owned an Alberta cattle ranch. “Being forcibly dragged away from books for a time (though I used to go on round-up with a copy of Poe’s poems in my pockets), I gradually came to learn that literature is less interesting than life.”4

      In April 1907, not yet sixteen, Acland saw the publication of his first short story, “Larraby’s Lope,” in The Canadian Magazine. “Telling of a cow-puncher’s stratagem, pitted against sheriff and deputies, and the outcome,” the tale was clearly inspired by his time in Alberta. Indeed, the west was to become a near constant presence in his prose and verse.

      Acland would have met his unnamed school chum while attending Upper Canada College. The autumn after graduation, he began the first of what would be five directionless years at University College, University of Toronto, “either reading assiduously on courses [he] was not taking, or else not reading at all.”5 The deputy minister’s son began a literary journal at the university titled Arbor, dabbled in verse, some of which was published, and earned a bit of money through occasional work at the Globe and the Ottawa Free Press. Graduation, which was unavoidable, came in May of 1913, with Acland receiving honours in Modern History.

      The previous month had seen one of his poems appear in The Canadian Magazine:

      Spring in the Foothills6

      Ride! Ride!

      For the Winter snows have run

      From their foe, the April sun,

      And the roses rise in pride on the grassy mountain side,

      (Then ride!)

      Where the echo of my shout

      Comes a-rolling round about,

      As if winding on his horn had young Spring himself replied.

      Ride! Ride!

      For the timid calves are bawling,

      And the antelopes are calling,

      And each buck to each doe has cried that Winter at last has died.

      (Then ride!)

      When the scented winds blow strong,

      And the old Earth-love calls long,

      Swiftly leap into your saddle and westward, westward ride!

3.Acland1914BW.jpg

      Peregrine Palmer Acland. This photograph was likely taken in Toronto prior to the September 1914 departure of the 1st Canadian Division. (Photo courtesy of the 48th Highlanders Museum, Toronto)

      As if heeding his own advice, Acland soon set off for British Columbia to assume the editor’s position at the Prince Rupert Daily News. The tenure was short, though he did leave his mark: the paper became more attractive, news coverage increased, and there was a new focus on things literary. As the third month drew to a close, Acland resigned and trekked across British Columbia until he met the then-unfinished Grand Trunk Railway line, where he caught the first in a series of trains that would take him to his parents’ Ottawa home. Once back in the capital he embarked on a civil service career as a clerk in the Department of Finance.

      Nine months later came the Great War.

      Acland’s service record is one of extraordinary activity and advancement. He enlisted as a private in the Queen’s Own Rifles in Ottawa on September 19, 1914, and within three days was in Val Cartier, Quebec. Two weeks later, newly commissioned as a lieutenant in Toronto’s 48th Highlanders, the young officer was bound for Plymouth, England, aboard the SS Megantic as part of the largest convoy to then cross the Atlantic, carrying the 30,617 men of the 1st Canadian Contingent.

      Acland wrote of the beginning of his Atlantic crossing in “With the Highlanders En Route to England.” Published in the October 6, 1914, edition of The Globe, while the ship was at sea, it is very much a document of another age, and a striking example of the Canadian military’s early amateurism; the article reveals operational details concerning not only the date of departure, but also which ship contained the divisional ammunition column, as well as the field and clearing hospitals — a tidy bit of information for an ambitious U-boat captain. Such a disclosure today would likely lead to court-marshal.

      While “With the Highlanders En Route to England” and Acland’s personal diary of the crossing hold great value to military historians, the most significant writing he produced aboard the SS Megantic came in the form of a fifty-two-line poem:

      The Reveille of Romance

      Regret no more the age of arms,

      Nor sigh “Romance is dead,”

      Out of life’s dull and dreary maze

      Romance has raised her head.

      Now at her golden clarion call

      The sword salutes the sun;

      The bayonet glitters from its sheath

      To deck the deadly gun;

      The tramp of horse is heard afar

      And down the autumn wind

      The shrapnel shrieks of sudden doom

      To which brave eyes are blind.

      The Reveille of Romance was printed as an eight-page chapbook, likely by Acland’s family, for private distribution. The poet John Masefield sent Acland an encouraging note on receiving a copy, hoping he would find it “profitable to write more.”7 The Canadian poet and writer E.W. Thomson, himself a veteran of both the American Civil War and the Fenian Raids, wrote to congratulate Acland’s father on his son’s achievement. Alfred Noyes8 also wrote approvingly, and recalled a poetry reading Acland attended at the home of Duncan Campbell Scott.

      The first they would have seen of the poem came in the February 27, 1915, edition of the Globe, four months after Acland had disembarked from the Megantic. It would then be reprinted in the Canadian Military Gazette on June 27, 1915, with the “remarkable poem” generating such interest that the publication was obliged to provide some brief biographic details of the young soldier-poet in a subsequent issue.

      Reading the poem today within the context of the great anti-war poems that came after, one is tempted to dismiss it as emblematic of the high-spirited, patriotic verse that appeared in newspapers and periodicals the world over, particularly in the early years of the war. Yet, in giving the presidential address to the Royal Society of Canada in 1918, Canadian Poets of the Great War anthologist W.D. Lighthall9 includes Peregrine Acland’s poem in a discussion alongside the work of John McCrae and Bernard Freeman Trotter. “The Reveille of Romance” he said, showed “the spirit of high resolve and the imaginative outlook which actuated those who sprang to arms at the first call.”10

      At the time Acland’s poem was being read by the public, the lieutenant had already endured a rainy autumn training in the mud of Salisbury Plain, a miserable experience that was relieved by occasional trips to London on weekend furlough. He would later recall one memorable visit to George Bernard Shaw’s home in Adelphi Terrace. Acland, who had “been СКАЧАТЬ