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II. We landed in wind swept Skagway. We joined the weltering mass, Clamoring over their outfits, waiting to climb the Pass. WE LANDED IN WIND SWEPT SKAGUAY WE JOINED THE WELTERING MASS CLAMORING OVER THEIR OUTFITS WAITING TO CLIMB THE PASS
as seen such an army, pitiful, futile, unfit; Never was seen such a spirit, manifold courage and grit. Never has been such a cohort under one banner unrolled As surged to the ragged-edged Arctic, urged by the arch-tempter--Gold. "Farewell!" we cried to our dearests; little we cared for their tears. "Farewell!" we cried to the humdrum and the yoke of the hireling years; Just like a pack of school-boys, and the big crowd cheered us good-bye. Never were hearts so uplifted, never were hopes so high. The spectral shores flitted past us, and every whirl of the screw Hurled us nearer to fortune, and ever we planned what we'd do-- Do with the gold when we got it--big, shiny nuggets like plums, There in the sand of the river, gouging it out with our thumbs. And one man wanted a castle, another a racing stud; A third would cruise in a palace yacht like a red-necked prince of blood. And so we dreamed and we vaunted, millionaires to a man, Leaping to wealth in our visions long ere the trail began. ED ONES CRYING EXULTANTLY GOLD NEVER WAS SEEN SUCH AN ARMY PITIFUL FUTILE UNFIT NEVER WAS SEEN SUCH A SPIRIT MANIFOLD COURAGE AND GRIT NEVER HAS BEEN SUCH A COHORT UNDER ONE BANNER UNROLLED AS SURGED TO THE RAGGED EDGED ARCTIC URGED BY THE ARCH TEMPTER GOLD FAREWELL WE CRIED TO OUR DEARESTS LITTLE WE CARED FOR THEIR TEARS FAREWELL WE CRIED TO THE HUMDRUM AND THE YOKE OF THE HIRELING YEARS JUST LIKE A PACK OF SCHOOLBOYS AND THE BIG CROWD CHEERED US GOOD BYE NEVER WERE HEARTS SO UPLIFTED NEVER WERE HOPES SO HIGH THE SPECTRAL SHORES FLITTED PAST US AND EVERY WHIRL OF THE SCREW HURLED US NEARER TO FORTUNE AND EVER WE PLANNED WHAT WE'D DO DO WITH THE GOLD WHEN WE GOT IT BIG SHINY NUGGETS LIKE PLUMS THERE IN THE SAND OF THE RIVER GOUGING IT OUT WITH OUR THUMBS AND ONE MAN WANTED A CASTLE ANOTHER A RACING STUD A THIRD WOULD CRUISE IN A PALACE YACHT LIKE A RED NECKED PRINCE OF BLOOD AND SO WE DREAMED AND WE VAUNTED MILLIONAIRES TO A MAN LEAPING TO WEALTH IN OUR VISIONS LONG ERE THE TRAIL BEGAN
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