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I gave him excuse, I bore his abuse in every way that I could; I swore to prevail; I camped on his trail; I plotted and planned for his good. I GAVE HIM EXCUSE I BORE HIS ABUSE IN EVERY WAY THAT I COULD I SWORE TO PREVAIL I CAMPED ON HIS TRAIL I PLOTTED AND PLANNED FOR HIS GOOD
ets of silver heaved on high until they split in twain. From out the road-house by the trail they saw a man afar Make for the narrow river-reach where the swift cross-currents are; Where, frail and worn, the ice is torn and the angry waters jar. But they did not see him crash and sink into the icy flow; They did not see him clinging there, gripped by the undertow, Clawing with bleeding finger-nails at the jagged ice and snow. They found a note beside the hole where he had stumbled in: "Here met his fate by evil luck a man who lived in sin, And to the one who loves me least I leave this black fox skin." And strange it is; for, though they searched the river all around, No trace or sign of black fox skin was ever after found; Though one man said he saw the tread of HOOFS deep in the ground. The Ballad of Pious Pete _"The North has got him."_ --Yukonism. I tried to refine that neighbor of mine, honest to God, I did. I grieved for his fate, and early and late I watched over him like a kid.  THE BALLAD OF PIOUS PETE BY ROBERT SERVICE READ FOR LIEBERVOX DOT ORG BY HAIDEY PRICE THE NORTH HAS GOT HIM A UCHANISM I TRIED TO REFINE THAT NEIGHBOUR OF MINE HONEST TO GOD I DID I GRIEVED FOR HIS FATE AND EARLY AND LATE I WATCHED OVER HIM LIKE A KID
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