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The river writhed beneath the ice; it groaned like one in pain, And yawning chasms opened wide, and closed and yawned again; And sheets of silver heaved on high until they split in twain. THE RIVER WRITHED BENEATH THE ICE IT GROANED LIKE ONE IN PAIN AND YAWNING CHASMS OPENED WIDE AND CLOSED AND YAWNED AGAIN AND SHEETS OF SILVER HEAVED ON HIGH UNTIL THEY SPLIT IN TWAIN
moment only--with a snarl he hurled her into space. She rolled for nigh an hundred feet; she bounded like a ball; From crag to crag she carromed down through snow and timber fall; . . . A hole gaped in the river ice; the spray flashed--that was all. A bird sang for the joy of spring, so piercing sweet and frail; And blinding bright the land was dight in gay and glittering mail; And with a wondrous black fox skin a man slid down the trail. IV. A wedge-faced man there was who ran along the river bank, Who stumbled through each drift and slough, and ever slipped and sank, And ever cursed his Maker's name, and ever "hooch" he drank. He travelled like a hunted thing, hard harried, sore distrest; The old grandmother moon crept out from her cloud-quilted nest; The aged mountains mocked at him in their primeval rest. Grim shadows diapered the snow; the air was strangely mild; The valley's girth was dumb with mirth, the laughter of the wild; The still, sardonic laughter of an ogre o'er a child. HER LIFE'S DARK HORROR AND DISGRACE A MOMENT ONLY WITH A SNARL HE HURLED HER INTO SPACE SHE ROLLED FOR NIGH A HUNDRED FEET SHE BOUNDED LIKE A BALL FROM CRAG TO CRAG SHE COROMED DOWN THROUGH SNOW AND TIMBER FALL A HOLE GAPED THROUGH THE RIVER ICE THE SPRAY FLASHED THAT WAS ALL A BIRD SANG FOR THE JOY OF SPRING SO PIERCING SWEET AND FRAIL AND BLINDING BRIGHT THE LAND WAS DIGHT IN GAY AND GLITTERING MAIL AND WITH A WONDROUS BLACK FOX SKIN A MAN SLID DOWN THE TRAIL A WEDGE FACED MAN THERE WAS WHO RAN ALONG THE RIVER BANK WHO STUMBLED THROUGH EACH DRIFT AND SLOW AND EVER SLIPPED AND SANK AND EVER CURSED HIS MAKER'S NAME AND EVER HOOTCH HE DRANK HE TRAVELLED LIKE A HUNTED THING HARD HARRIED SORE DISTREST THE OLD GRANDMOTHER MOON CREPT OUT FROM HER CLOUD QUILTED NEST THE AGED MOUNTAINS MOCKED AT HIM IN THEIR PRIMEVAL REST GRIM SHADOWS DIAPERED THE SNOW THE AIR WAS STRANGELY MILD THE VALLEY'S GIRTH WAS DUMB WITH MIRTH THE LAUGHTER OF THE WILD THE STILL SARDONIC LAUGHTER OF AN OGRE O'ER A CHILD
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