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the voice of the waters, "Haste!" THE VOICE OF THE WATERS HASTE
weaklings dropped to the rear, Falling in heaps by the trail-side, heart-broken, limp and wan; But the gaps closed up in an instant, and heedless the chain went on. Never will I forget it, there on the mountain face, Antlike, men with their burdens, clinging in icy space; Dogged, determined and dauntless, cruel and callous and cold, Cursing, blaspheming, reviling, and ever that battle-cry--"Gold!" Thus toiled we, the army of fortune, in hunger and hope and despair, Till glacier, mountain and forest vanished, and, radiantly fair, There at our feet lay Lake Bennett, and down to its welcome we ran: The trail of the land was over, the trail of the water began. III. We built our boats and we launched them. Never has been such a fleet; A packing-case for a bottom, a mackinaw for a sheet. Shapeless, grotesque, lopsided, flimsy, makeshift and crude, Each man after his fashion builded as best he could. Each man worked like a demon, as prow to rudder we raced; The winds of the Wild cried "Hurry! AND FEAR OUR EYES WERE STRAINED TO THE SUMMIT THE WEAKLINGS DROPPED TO THE REAR FALLING IN HEAPS BY THE TRAIL SIDE HEART BROKING LIMP AND WAN BUT THE GAPS CLOSED UP IN AN INSTANT AND HEEDLESS THE CHAIN WENT ON NEVER WILL I FORGET IT THERE ON THE MOUNTAIN FACE ANTLIKE MEN WITH THEIR BURDENS CLINGING IN ICY SPACE DOGGED DETERMINED AND DAUNTLESS CRUEL AND CALLOUS AND COLD CURSING BLASPHEMING REVILING AND EVER THE BATTLE CRY GOLD THUS TOILED WE THE ARMY OF FORTUNE IN HUNGER AND HOPE AND DESPAIR TILL GLACIER MOUNIN AND FOREST VANISHED AND RADIANTLY FAIR THERE AT OUR FEET LAY LAKE BENNETT AND DOWN TO ITS WELCOME WE RAN THE TRAIL OF THE LAND WAS OVER THE TRAIL OF THE WATER BEGAN WE BUILT OUR BOATS AND WE LAUNCHED THEM NEVER HAS BEEN SUCH A FLEET A PACKING CASE FOR A BOTTOM A MACKINAW FOR A SHEET SHAPELESS GROTESQUE LOPSIDED FLIMSY MAKESHIFT AND CRUDE EACH MAN AFTER HIS FASHION BUILDED AS BEST AS HE COULD EACH MAN WORKED LIKE A DEMON AS PROW TO RUDDER WE RACED THE WINDS OF THE WILD CRIED HURRY
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