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Floundering deep in the sump holes, stumbling out again; Crying with cold and weakness, crazy with fear and pain. FLOUNDERING DEEP IN THE SUMP HOLES STUMBLING OUT AGAIN CRYING WITH COLD AND WEAKNESS CRAZY WITH FEAR AND PAIN
l shores flitted past us, and every whirl of the screw Hurled us nearer to fortune, and ever we planned what we'd do-- Do with the gold when we got it--big, shiny nuggets like plums, There in the sand of the river, gouging it out with our thumbs. And one man wanted a castle, another a racing stud; A third would cruise in a palace yacht like a red-necked prince of blood. And so we dreamed and we vaunted, millionaires to a man, Leaping to wealth in our visions long ere the trail began. II. We landed in wind-swept Skagway. We joined the weltering mass, Clamoring over their outfits, waiting to climb the Pass. We tightened our girths and our pack-straps; we linked on the Human Chain, Struggling up to the summit, where every step was a pain. Gone was the joy of our faces, grim and haggard and pale; The heedless mirth of the shipboard was changed to the care of the trail. We flung ourselves in the struggle, packing our grub in relays, Step by step to the summit in the bale of the winter days. ER WERE HOPES SO HIGH THE SPECTRAL SHORES FLITTED PAST US AND EVERY WHIRL OF THE SCREW HURLED US NEARER TO FORTUNE AND EVER WE PLANNED WHAT WE'D DO DO WITH THE GOLD WHEN WE GOT IT BIG SHINY NUGGETS LIKE PLUMS THERE IN THE SAND OF THE RIVER GOUGING IT OUT WITH OUR THUMBS AND ONE MAN WANTED A CASTLE ANOTHER A RACING STUD A THIRD WOULD CRUISE IN A PALACE YACHT LIKE A RED NECKED PRINCE OF BLOOD AND SO WE DREAMED AND WE VAUNTED MILLIONAIRES TO A MAN LEAPING TO WEALTH IN OUR VISIONS LONG ERE THE TRAIL BEGAN WE LANDED IN WIND SWEPT SKAGUAY WE JOINED THE WELTERING MASS CLAMORING OVER THEIR OUTFITS WAITING TO CLIMB THE PASS WE TIGHTENED OUR GIRTHS AND OUR PACK STRAPS WE LINKED ON THE HUMAN CHAIN STRUGGLING UP TO THE SUMMIT WHERE EVERY STEP WAS A PAIN GONE WAS THE JOY OF OUR FACES GRIM AND HAGGARD AND PALE THE HEEDLESS MIRTH OF THE SHIPBOARD WAS CHANGED TO THE CARE OF THE TRAIL WE FLUNG OURSELVES IN THE STRUGGLE PACKING OUR GRUB IN RELAYS STEP BY STEP TO THE SUMMIT IN THE BALE OF THE WINTER DAYS
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