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The Ballad of Gum Boot Ben _He was an old prospector with a vision bleared and dim. He asked me for a grubstake, and the same I gave to him. LIEBERVOX DAT ORG BY HAIDEY PRICE HE WAS AN OLD PROSPECTOR WITH A VISION BLARED AND DIM HE ASKED ME FOR A GRUBSTAKE AND THE SAME I GAVE TO HIM
ening terror; heard we its din in our ears; Called on the Gods of our fathers, juggled forlorn with our fears; Sank to our waists in its fury, tossed to the sky like a fleece; Then, when our dread was the greatest, crashed into safety and peace. But what of the others that followed, losing their boats by the score? Well could we see them and hear them, strung down that desolate shore. What of the poor souls that perished? Little of them shall be said-- On to the Golden Valley, pause not to bury the dead. Then there were days of drifting, breezes soft as a sigh; Night trailed her robe of jewels over the floor of the sky. The moonlit stream was a python, silver, sinuous, vast, That writhed on a shroud of velvet--well, it was done at last. There were the tents of Dawson, there the scar of the slide; Swiftly we poled o'er the shallows, swiftly leapt o'er the side. Fires fringed the mouth of Bonanza; sunset gilded the dome; The test of the trail was over--thank God, thank God, we were Home!  THE BALLAD OF GUMBOOT BEN BY RAPID SERVICE READ FOR
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