The Strongbox Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B C D E F G H I J K L M K N O P F K Q R K K S| He was always the one to figure things remarked Humboldt Always the smart ass type big jawed lazy bones couldn't make a good farmer out of that sort Didn't want to do much of anything 'cept run All his money went on his car Drinking in the Richelieu most every night I suspect that's where he were coming from when it happened | A |
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| Humboldt leaned back against the store front Twice weekly he'd take a cab into town to fetch sundry articles as he said one day went for shopping t'other for visitin' Retirement had given him the necessary time to concentrate almost exclusively on the latter This was the first trip in this week and already the day was abuzz with talk of the recent mishap | B |
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| Now let me get this straight Russell was interjecting According to what Humboldt says the car just plain left the highway and crashed through the barrier where seven meets the Bath road | C |
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| That's what Thompson was saying and he was talking to the widder Jocelyn the very morning after Makin' a run into Kincaid and happened to see the downed guard rail Accordin' to the widder she was awakened late Saturday night by the crash She wasn't what you call definite seening how it was in the middle of the night and all but still claims it scared her half to death the thought of that car entering the lake | D |
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| Serve's 'im right Humboldt began again Probably smokin' drugs and boozin' Ain't no proper place for the likes of him anyhow Just plain crazy Why that Scots boy was a born no good Heard tell he let berries fall off their stems rather than pick them then go to town to buy a quart basket Blamed foolishness Why me and Jimmy Robinson remember hayin' with their old man when he'd fork a bale then sit under the tree and smoke Gave up farmin' good land to guard at Ronald Bay Between stints on welfare of course The two of them Ester and he sitting in that kitchen too damn lazy to rototiller that garden Had a big bitch dog Buzzy tail like an ice pick that was always swishing and chased my stock afore I got Scot to tie him down | E |
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| The conversation slowly became a praise of working values with an occasional homily to flaunt the more ensconced rural virtues Humboldt referred to the List brothers both dead lazy and drinkers too as the dialogue became more dogmatic | F |
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| Seems he'd had to swear off the bottle or go blind Humboldt continued | G |
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| And you know what List said Guess I've seen all that's worth seeing He ended up in a sanitorium in Stephensville The other stayed on allowing bush to burst up through the cement walk and a tree to come through the drive shed Imagine that | H |
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| Humboldt and his friend were grinning the same wide smile Apart from an occasional story of their own garrulousness or resentment against authority their past was free of such tales and they knew it It was enough to make a man feel proud knowing he had nothing to live down Humboldt was cradling a watermelon to take back His time was old and he was given to all sorts of quirks he would never have allowed himself but even five years ago like taking a taxi selling part of his farm or worse yet eating good weiners on any but festive occasions Such things he had once remarked were the very stuff of foolishness | I |
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| The taxi would only take him to the end of the long lane Punctuated by his mailbox and an old haying shed the driveway was well over a mile from the house The road was all that remained of an old county line that had since fallen into disuse Provided considerable privacy he thought well in tune to his love of isolation Barring of course those bi weekly ventures into town Yes they were needed | J |
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| Pulling the latch over the door and stooping to rekindle the fire many would have thought such an existence unbearably dull Not so Humboldt Since his sister had died it was true he had sometimes felt the need for companionship but this was a world of his own making He felt the thrill of self accomplishment knowing it was his land He was alone with memories Quietly rocking by the fire he began to doze off little thinking materials like old magazines old rags to start a fire lay strewn about the floor Basic cleanliness had been an early casualty since the sister's death Gone was the regimen of order and weekly cleans until now the house was like a dusty candle box Still his was an orderly world Soft fashioned it was free of the tatters that change brings He thought of the years the steady labour in the fields the thriftiness his distrust of banks the big city the new highway that had compelled the sale of the lower and all the rest of that blamed idiocy | K |
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| The fire was gentle and massaged the chill from his fingers An old man's fingers Honest hands not creased with pleasure but with familiar toil He used to liken his life to that drive into town Steady small pastimes where every bend was anticipated before rounding it like the neat little farms all in rows His warmth was in the security of the knowable he thought nodding off He was thinking little thoughts like strawberries in spring or what the icy water must have felt like closing around the throat of Scot If he had only lived like himself got into farming and enjoyed life instead of dashing off to lose touch with reality Yes old ways were best | L |
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| Seems we've got two things to stir folks up with in this town the officer a new constable with the OPP in Kincaid was saying | M |
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| It looks like a routine blaze what with all the junk laying around but we'll have to check out all possibilities seeing that Humboldt had the reputation of having lots stashed away We all supposed the old man kept considerable money hidden in the house Checks confirm no bank accounts so a strongbox is suspected It may be that some of the damage here was not the work of fire alone These are things we would like to probe Jake and would appreciate any help you might provide The officer was looking straight at Jake asking his questions routinely matter of factly | K |
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| Jake surveyed the still smouldering ruins Only the brick chimney still stood They had found Humboldt's body by the door Apparently a clear case of smoke inhalation before he was burned Yet the scene betrayed Jake's own involvement Surveying anew the debris Jake began to reassemble recent events and his stake in having Scot rob Humboldt The policeman was saying nothing of any valuables found on the dead Scot This worried him especially those heirloom bits containing Humboldt Bennett's name Perhaps perhaps yes I could figure that the money spilled out of the wrecked car or a strongbox now lies at the bottom of the lake Jake was thinking to himself Yes that could very well be he thought | N |
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| Still I wonder yes really wonder had Scot managed to locate Humboldt's nest egg at all And what if Scot's drowning occurred before the robbery before he could rob Humboldt at all If so this would explain why no money had been found and that no one so far had the presence of mind to connect the two episodes Or were the police withholding this information for reasons of their own Still how could the two incidents be woven together by the authorities when Humboldt was freely talking of the Scot disaster only yesterday Unless yes damn Scot evidence was found of Scot rummaging around Humboldt's property the day Humboldt was in town That would be just like Scot to disobey a good game plan | O |
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| He was thinking now which of all possibilities would implicate his name the least Wiping his brow and trying to remain calm he pressed the investigating officer as any concerned neighbour might After all he was Humboldt's closest friend | P |
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| Yet to Jake's mind another probability was presenting itself Humboldt on returning home from his visit to town yesterday might have found himself robbed his place pilfered and in his angst knocked over a lantern or worse suffered a stroke in the ensuing panic | F |
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| Can a coroner establish if heart failure occurred prior to asphyxiation he found himself muttering half absentmindedly | K |
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| Jake was hoping so Gingerly he fingered memories of what he would have done had Scot returned the night as intended Still if all held true there was nothing to implicate him even if Humboldt had died unexpectedly Jake was in the process of reassuring himself All had been taken care of Scot dead and now the car a convenient shambles the only possible source of clues or evidence How tidy fate had been Strange If only he had managed to get the money prior to Scot inadvertently doing away with himself He smiled how lucky he had been Especially now that Humboldt too was dead of God knows what and he he was no worse off for his pains He still might locate a cache or two on the property when all this blew over | Q |
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| The other side of Jake's personality was now exerting itself the peasant cunning of folk long inured to the earth's rhythmic cycles He knew of the officer's steady gaze and his ploy The officer was playing it smart letting Jake see all the possibilities when asking his opinion First mention the near likelihood of a robbery but be vague on the question of accomplices And of course the question of the necessary instigation Jake was wondering if he were looking a little too detached from his friend's death A little too sincere Then there was the issue of a second coroner if the evidence seemed inconclusive Wild fantasies swept through his now activated brain Did he dare Might he risk it Would the officer be well receptive to a little more er fact finding And the best way to approach him Hmmm | R |
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| Jake stared at the charred hulk of a bedpost Humboldt's The long deceased sister probably He couldn't rightly tell but did recall Humboldt hadn't removed the bedding at the time of her death Either way he mused he would have to let events take their course or steer them back his way at once He pressed his manured boot over a darkened brick kicking it free | K |
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| Am I free uh to go Jake asked the constable | K |
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| Free to go why why shouldn't you be Mr Wright | S |
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