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Till at last I said: "It ain't no use  he's froze too hard to thaw; He's obstinate, and he won't lie straight, so I guess I got to  SAW." TILL AT LAST I SAID IT AIN'T NO USE HE'S FROZE TOO HARD TO THAW HE'S OBSTINATE AND HE WON'T LIE STRAIGHT SO I GUESS I GOT TO SAW
eart, ice in his glassy stare; Hard as a log and trussed like a frog, with his arms and legs outspread. I gazed at the coffin I'd brought for him, and I gazed at the gruesome dead, And at last I spoke: "Bill liked his joke; but still, goldarn his eyes, A man had ought to consider his mates in the way he goes and dies." Have you ever stood in an Arctic hut in the shadow of the Pole, With a little coffin six by three and a grief you can't control? Have you ever sat by a frozen corpse that looks at you with a grin, And that seems to say: "You may try all day, but you'll never jam me in"? I'm not a man of the quitting kind, but I never felt so blue As I sat there gazing at that stiff and studying what I'd do. Then I rose and I kicked off the husky dogs that were nosing round about, And I lit a roaring fire in the stove, and I started to thaw Bill out. Well, I thawed and thawed for thirteen days, but it didn't seem no good; His arms and legs stuck out like pegs, as if they was made of wood. IS HAIR ICE ON HIS FINGERS ICE IN HIS HEART ICE IN HIS GLASSY STARE HARD AS A LOG AND TRUSSED LIKE A FROG WITH HIS ARMS AND LEGS OUTSPREAD I GAZED AT THE COFFIN I'D BROUGHT FOR HIM AND I GAZED AT THE GRUESOME DEAD AT LAST I SPOKE BILL LIKED HIS JOKE BUT STILL GOLDARN HIS EYES A MAN HAD OUGHT TO CONSIDER HIS MATES IN THE WAY HE GOES AND DIES HAVE YOU EVER STOOD IN AN ARCTIC HUT IN THE SHADOW OF THE POLE WITH A LITTLE COFFIN SIX BY THREE AND A GRIEF YOU CAN'T CONTROL HAVE YOU EVER SAT BY A FROZEN CORPSE THAT LOOKS AT YOU WITH A GRIN AND SEEMS TO SAY YOU MAY TRY ALL DAY BUT YOU'LL NEVER JAM ME IN I'M NOT A MAN OF THE QUITTING KIND BUT I NEVER FELT SO BLUE AS I SAT THERE GAZING AT THAT STIFF AND STUDYING WHAT I'D DO THEN I ROSE AND I KICKED OFF THE HUSKY DOGS THAT WERE NOSING ROUND ABOUT AND I LIT A ROARING FIRE IN THE STOVE AND I STARTED TO THAW BILL OUT WELL I THAWED AND THAWED FOR THIRTEEN DAYS BUT IT DIDN'T SEEM NO GOOD HIS ARMS AND LEGS STUCK OUT LIKE PEGS AS IF THEY WERE MADE OF WOOD
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