large/2254/ballads_cheechako_0811_librivox_64kb_mp3/06_balladofblasphemousbill_service_hp_64kb_3
large/2254/ballads_cheechako_0811_librivox_64kb_mp3/06_balladofblasphemousbill_service_hp_64kb
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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." 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
 its grim heart-breaking woes, And the ruthless strife for a grip on life that only the sourdough knows! North by the compass, North I pressed; river and peak and plain Passed like a dream I slept to lose and I waked to dream again. River and plain and mighty peak--and who could stand unawed? As their summits blazed, he could stand undazed at the foot of the throne of God. North, aye, North, through a land accurst, shunned by the scouring brutes, And all I heard was my own harsh word and the whine of the malamutes, Till at last I came to a cabin squat, built 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-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. ZED HALF CRAZED IN THE WINTER WILD WITH ITS GRIM HEART BREAKING WOES AND THE RUTHLESS STRIFE FOR A GRIP ON LIFE THAT ONLY THE SOURDOUGH KNOWS NORTH BY THE COMPASS NORTH I PRESSED RIVER AND PEAK AND PLAIN PAST LIKE A DREAM I SLEPT TO LOSE AND WAKED TO DREAM AGAIN RIVER AND PLAIN AND MIGHTY PEAK AND WHO COULD STAND UNAWED AS THEIR SUMMITS BLAZED HE COULD STAND UNDAZED AT THE FOOT OF THE THRONE OF GOD NORTH AYE NORTH THROUGH A LAND ACCURST SHUNNED BY THE SCOURING BRUTES AND ALL I HEARD WAS MY OWN HARSH WORD AND THE WHINE OF THE MALAMUTES TILL AT LAST I CAME TO A CABIN SQUAT BUILT 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
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