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We spun like a chip in a mill race; our hearts hammered under the test; Then  oh, the relief on each chill face!  we soared into sunlight and rest. WE SPUN LIKE A CHIP IN A MILL RACE OUR HEARTS HAMMERED UNDER THE TEST THEN OH THE RELIEF ON EACH CHILL FACE WE SOARED INTO SUNLIGHT AND REST
ished envy and hatred and spleen. Little cared we for the Spring-birth; much cared we to get on-- Stake in the Great White Channel, stake ere the best be gone. The greed of the gold possessed us; pity and love were forgot; Covetous visions obsessed us; brother with brother fought. Partner with partner wrangled, each one claiming his due; Wrangled and halved their outfits, sawing their boats in two. Thuswise we voyaged Lake Bennett, Tagish, then Windy Arm, Sinister, savage and baleful, boding us hate and harm. Many a scow was shattered there on that iron shore; Many a heart was broken straining at sweep and oar. We roused Lake Marsh with a chorus, we drifted many a mile; There was the canyon before us--cave-like its dark defile; The shores swept faster and faster; the river narrowed to wrath; Waters that hissed disaster reared upright in our path. Beneath us the green tumult churning, above us the cavernous gloom; Around us, swift twisting and turning, the black, sullen walls of a tomb. REEN SPRING AND OUR HEART'S BLOOD NOURISHED ENVY AND HATRED AND SPLEEN LITTLE CARED WE FOR THE SPRING BIRTH MUCH CARED WE TO GET ON STAKE IN THE GREAT WHITE CHANNEL STAKE ERE THE BEST BE GONE THE GREED OF THE GOLD POSSESSED US PITY AND LOVE WERE FORGOT COVETOUS VISIONS OBSESSED US BROTHER WITH BROTHER FOUGHT PARTNER WITH PARTNER WRANGLED EACH ONE CLAIMING HIS DUE WRANGLED AND HALVED THEIR OUTFITS SAWING THEIR BOATS IN THUS WISE WE VOYAGE LAKE BENNETT TAGGISH THEN WINDY ARM SINISTER SAVAGE AND BALEFUL BODING US HATE AND HARM MANY A SCOW WAS SCATTERED THERE ON THAT IRON SHORE MANY A HEART WAS BROKEN STRAINING AT SWEEP AND OAR WE ROUSED LAKE MARSH WITH A CHORUS WE DRIFTED MANY A MILE THERE WAS THE CANYON BEFORE US CAVE LIKE ITS DARK DEFILE THE SHORES SWEPT FASTER AND FASTER THE RIVER NARROWED TO WRATH WATERS THAT HISSED DISASTER REARED UPRIGHT IN OUR PATH BENEATH US THE GREEN TUMULT CHURNING ABOVE US THE CAVERNOUS GLOOM AROUND US SWIFT TWISTING AND TURNING THE BLACK SULLEN WALLS OF A TOMB
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