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So I sawed off poor Bill's arms and legs, and I laid him snug and straight In the little coffin he picked hisself, with the dinky silver plate; And I came nigh near to shedding a tear as I nailed him safely down; Then I stowed him away in my Yukon sleigh, and I started back to town. SO I SAWED OFF POOR BILL'S ARMS AND LEGS AND I LAID HIM SNUG AND STRAIGHT IN THE LITTLE COFFIN HE'D PICKED HISSELF WITH THE DINKY SILVER PLATE AND I CAME NIGH NEAR TO SHEDDING A TEAR AS I NAILED HIM SAFELY DOWN THEN I STOWED HIM AWAY IN MY YUKON SLEIGH AND I STARTED BACK TO TOWN
 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. 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. Well, I thawed and thawed for thirteen days, but it didn't seem no good; His arms and legs stuck out like pegs, as if they was made of wood. Till at last I said: "It ain't no use--he's froze too hard to thaw; He's obstinate, and he won't lie straight, so I guess I got to--SAW. 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 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 WELL I THAWED AND THAWED FOR THIRTEEN DAYS BUT IT DIDN'T SEEM NO GOOD HIS ARMS AND LEGS STUCK OUT LIKE PEGS AS IF THEY WERE MADE OF WOOD TILL AT LAST I SAID IT AIN'T NO USE HE'S FROZE TOO HARD TO THAW HE'S OBSTINATE AND HE WON'T LIE STRAIGHT SO I GUESS I GOT TO SAW
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