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large/2254/ballads_cheechako_0811_librivox_64kb_mp3/03_balladofnorthernlights_service_hp_64kb
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I'ts a million dollars a pound, they say, and there's tons and tons in sight. IT'S A MILLION DOLLARS A POUND THEY SAY AND THERE'S TONS AND TONS IN SIGHT
d spring of the mystic Northern Lights. Then I staked that place from crown to base, and I hit the homeward trail. Ah, God! it was good, though my eyes were blurred, and I crawled like a sickly snail. In that vast white world where the silent sky communes with the silent snow, In hunger and cold and misery I wandered to and fro. But the Lord took pity on my pain, and He led me to the sea, And some ice-bound whalers heard my moan, and they fed and sheltered me. They fed the feeble scarecrow thing that stumbled out of the wild With the ravaged face of a mask of death and the wandering wits of a child-- A craven, cowering bag of bones that once had been a man. They tended me and they brought me back to the world, and here I am. Some say that the Northern Lights are the glare of the Arctic ice and snow; And some that it's electricity, and nobody seems to know. But I'll tell you now--and if I lie, may my lips be stricken dumb-- It's a MINE, a mine of the precious stuff that men call radium. S THAT HOLLOW RING WAS THE SOURCE AND SPRING OF THE MYSTIC NORTHERN LIGHTS THEN I STAKED THAT PLACE FROM CROWN TO BASE AND I HIT THE HOMEWARD TRAIL AH GOD IT WAS GOOD THOUGH MY EYES WERE BLURRED AND I CRAWLED LIKE A SICKLY SNAIL IN THAT VAST WHITE WORLD WHERE THE SILENT SKY COMMUNES WITH THE SILENT SNOW IN HUNGER AND COLD AND MISERY I WANDERED TO AND FRO BUT THE LORD TOOK PITY ON MY PAIN AND HE LED ME TO THE SEA AND SOME ICE BOUND WHALERS HEARD MY MOAN AND THEY FED AND SHELTERED ME THEY FED THE FEEBLE SCARECROW THING THAT STUMBLED OUT OF THE WILD WITH THE RAVAGED FACE OF A MASK OF DEATH AND THE WANDERING WITS OF A CHILD A CRAVEN COWERING BAG OF BONES THAT ONCE HAD BEEN A MAN THEY TENDED ME AND BROUGHT ME BACK TO THE WORLD AND HERE I AM SOME SAY THAT THE NORTHERN LIGHTS ARE THE GLARE OF THE ARCTIC ICE AND SNOW AND SOME THAT IT'S ELECTRICITY AND NOBODY SEEMS TO KNOW BUT I'LL TELL YOU NOW AND IF I LIE MAY MY LIPS BE STRICKEN DUMB IT'S MINE A MINE OF THE PRECIOUS STUFF THAT MEN CALL RADIUM
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