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IV. A wedge faced man there was who ran along the river bank, Who stumbled through each drift and slough, and ever slipped and sank, And ever cursed his Maker's name, and ever "hooch" he drank. He travelled like a hunted thing, hard harried, sore distrest; The old grandmother moon crept out from her cloud quilted nest; The aged mountains mocked at him in their primeval rest. A WEDGE FACED MAN THERE WAS WHO RAN ALONG THE RIVER BANK WHO STUMBLED THROUGH EACH DRIFT AND SLOW AND EVER SLIPPED AND SANK AND EVER CURSED HIS MAKER'S NAME AND EVER HOOTCH HE DRANK HE TRAVELLED LIKE A HUNTED THING HARD HARRIED SORE DISTREST THE OLD GRANDMOTHER MOON CREPT OUT FROM HER CLOUD QUILTED NEST THE AGED MOUNTAINS MOCKED AT HIM IN THEIR PRIMEVAL REST
 They mock the plan and plot of man with grim, ironic frown. The trail was steep; 'twas at the time when swiftly sinks the snow; All honey-combed, the river ice was rotting down below; The river chafed beneath its rind with many a mighty throe. And up the swift and oozy drift a woman climbed in fear, Clutching to her a black fox fur as if she held it dear; And hard she pressed it to her breast--then Windy Ike drew near. She made no moan--her heart was stone--she read his smiling face, And like a dream flashed all her life's dark horror and disgrace; A moment only--with a snarl he hurled her into space. She rolled for nigh an hundred feet; she bounded like a ball; From crag to crag she carromed down through snow and timber fall; . . . A hole gaped in the river ice; the spray flashed--that was all. A bird sang for the joy of spring, so piercing sweet and frail; And blinding bright the land was dight in gay and glittering mail; And with a wondrous black fox skin a man slid down the trail. GHTS AND HARSHLY THEY LOOK DOWN THEY MOCK THE PLAN AND PLOT OF MAN WITH GRIM IRONIC FROWN THE TRAIL WAS STEEP TWAS AT THE TIME WHEN SWIFTLY SINKS THE SNOW ALL HONEY COMBED THE RIVER ICE WAS ROTTING DOWN BELOW THE RIVER CHAFED BENEATH ITS RIND WITH MANY A MIGHTY THROE AND UP THE SWIFT AND OOZY DRIFT A WOMAN CLIMBED IN FEAR CLUTCHING TO HER A BLACK FOX FUR AS IF SHE HELD IT DEAR AND HARD SHE PRESSED IT TO HER BREAST WHEN WINDY IKE DREW NEAR SHE MADE NO MOAN HER HEART WAS STONE SHE READ HIS SMILING FACE AND LIKE A DREAM FLASHED ALL HER LIFE'S DARK HORROR AND DISGRACE A MOMENT ONLY WITH A SNARL HE HURLED HER INTO SPACE SHE ROLLED FOR NIGH A HUNDRED FEET SHE BOUNDED LIKE A BALL FROM CRAG TO CRAG SHE COROMED DOWN THROUGH SNOW AND TIMBER FALL A HOLE GAPED THROUGH THE RIVER ICE THE SPRAY FLASHED THAT WAS ALL A BIRD SANG FOR THE JOY OF SPRING SO PIERCING SWEET AND FRAIL AND BLINDING BRIGHT THE LAND WAS DIGHT IN GAY AND GLITTERING MAIL AND WITH A WONDROUS BLACK FOX SKIN A MAN SLID DOWN THE TRAIL
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