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Then I rose and I kicked off the husky dogs that were nosing round about, And I lit a roaring fire in the stove, and I started to thaw Bill out. THEN I ROSE AND I KICKED OFF THE HUSKY DOGS THAT WERE NOSING ROUND ABOUT AND I LIT A ROARING FIRE IN THE STOVE AND I STARTED TO THAW BILL OUT
, and there on the floor, frozen to death, lay Bill. Ice, white ice, like a winding-sheet, sheathing each smoke-grimed wall; Ice on the stove-pipe, ice on the bed, ice gleaming over all; Sparkling ice on the dead man's chest, glittering ice in his hair, Ice on his fingers, ice in his heart, ice in his glassy stare; Hard as a log and trussed like a frog, with his arms and legs outspread. I gazed at the coffin I'd brought for him, and I gazed at the gruesome dead, And at last I spoke: "Bill liked his joke; but still, goldarn his eyes, A man had ought to consider his mates in the way he goes and dies." Have you ever stood in an Arctic hut in the shadow of the Pole, With a little coffin six by three and a grief you can't control? Have you ever sat by a frozen corpse that looks at you with a grin, And that seems to say: "You may try all day, but you'll never jam me in"? I'm not a man of the quitting kind, but I never felt so blue As I sat there gazing at that stiff and studying what I'd do.  IN THE SIDE OF A HILL AND I BURST IN THE DOOR AND THERE ON THE FLOOR FROZEN TO DEATH LAY BILL ICE WHITE ICE LIKE A WINDING SHEET SHEATHING EACH SMOKE GRIMMED WALL ICE IN THE STOVEPIPE ICE ON THE BED ICE GLEAMING OVER ALL SPARKLING ICE ON THE DEAD MAN'S CHEST GLITTERING ICE IN HIS HAIR ICE ON HIS FINGERS ICE IN HIS HEART ICE IN HIS GLASSY STARE HARD AS A LOG AND TRUSSED LIKE A FROG WITH HIS ARMS AND LEGS OUTSPREAD I GAZED AT THE COFFIN I'D BROUGHT FOR HIM AND I GAZED AT THE GRUESOME DEAD AT LAST I SPOKE BILL LIKED HIS JOKE BUT STILL GOLDARN HIS EYES A MAN HAD OUGHT TO CONSIDER HIS MATES IN THE WAY HE GOES AND DIES HAVE YOU EVER STOOD IN AN ARCTIC HUT IN THE SHADOW OF THE POLE WITH A LITTLE COFFIN SIX BY THREE AND A GRIEF YOU CAN'T CONTROL HAVE YOU EVER SAT BY A FROZEN CORPSE THAT LOOKS AT YOU WITH A GRIN AND SEEMS TO SAY YOU MAY TRY ALL DAY BUT YOU'LL NEVER JAM ME IN I'M NOT A MAN OF THE QUITTING KIND BUT I NEVER FELT SO BLUE AS I SAT THERE GAZING AT THAT STIFF AND STUDYING WHAT I'D DO
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