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III. The black fox skin a shadow cast from the roof nigh to the floor; And sleek it seemed and soft it gleamed, and the woman stroked it o'er; And the man stood by with a brooding eye, and gnashed his teeth and swore. THE BLACK FOX SKIN A SHADOW CAST FROM THE ROOF NIGH TO THE FLOOR AND SLEEK IT SEEMED AND SOFT IT GLEAMED AND THE WOMAN STROKED IT O'ER AND THE MAN STOOD BY WITH A BROODING EYE AND GNASHED HIS TEETH AND SWORE
s the worst were they; In their road-house down by the river-trail they waited and watched for prey; With wine and song they joyed night long, and they slept like swine by day. For things were done in the Midnight Sun that no tongue will ever tell; And men there be who walk earth-free, but whose names are writ in hell-- Are writ in flames with the guilty names of Fournier and Labelle. Put not your trust in a poke of dust would ye sleep the sleep of sin; For there be those who would rob your clothes ere yet the dawn comes in; And a prize likewise in a woman's eyes is a peerless black fox skin. Put your faith in the mountain cat if you lie within his lair; Trust the fangs of the mother-wolf, and the claws of the lead-ripped bear; But oh, of the wiles and the gold-tooth smiles of a dance-hall wench beware! Wherefore it was beyond all laws that lusts of man restrain, A man drank deep and sank to sleep never to wake again; And the Yukon swallowed through a hole the cold corpse of the slain.  AND WINDY IKE BAD AS THE WORST WERE THEY IN THEIR ROAD HOUSE DOWN BY THE RIVER TRAIL THEY WAITED AND WATCHED FOR PREY WITH WINE AND SONG THEY JOYED NIGHT LONG AND THEY SLEPT LIKE SWINE BY DAY FOR THINGS WERE DONE IN THE MIDNIGHT SUN THAT NO TONGUE WILL EVER TELL AND MEN THERE BE WHO WALK EARTH FREE BUT WHOSE NAMES ARE WRIT IN HELL ARE WRIT IN FLAMES WITH THE GUILTY NAMES OF FOURNIER AND LABELLE PUT NOT YOUR TRUST IN A POKE OF DUST WOULD YE SLEEP THE SLEEP OF SIN FOR THERE BE THOSE WHO WOULD ROB YOUR CLOTHES ERE YET THE DAWN COMES IN AND A PRIZE LIKEWISE IN A WOMAN'S EYES IS A PEERLESS BLACK FOX SKIN PUT YOUR FAITH IN THE MOUNTAIN CAT IF YOU LIE WITHIN HIS LAIR TRUST THE FANGS OF THE MOTHER WOLF AND THE CLAWS OF THE LEAD RIPPED BEAR BUT OH OF THE WILES AND THE GOLD TOOTH SMILES OF A DANCE HALL WENCH BEWARE WHEREFORE IT WAS BEYOND ALL LAWS THAT LUSTS OF MAN RESTRAIN A MAN DRANK DEEP AND SANK TO SLEEP NEVER TO WAKE AGAIN AND THE YUKON SWALLOWED THROUGH A HOLE THE COLD CORPSE OF THE SLAIN
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