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Ice, white ice, like a winding sheet, sheathing each smoke grimed wall; Ice on the stove pipe, ice on the bed, ice gleaming over all; Sparkling ice on the dead man's chest, glittering ice in his hair, Ice on his fingers, ice in his heart, ice in his glassy stare; Hard as a log and trussed like a frog, with his arms and legs outspread. ICE WHITE ICE LIKE A WINDING SHEET SHEATHING EACH SMOKE GRIMMED WALL ICE IN THE STOVEPIPE ICE ON THE BED ICE GLEAMING OVER ALL SPARKLING ICE ON THE DEAD MAN'S CHEST GLITTERING ICE IN HIS HAIR ICE ON HIS FINGERS ICE IN HIS HEART ICE IN HIS GLASSY STARE HARD AS A LOG AND TRUSSED LIKE A FROG WITH HIS ARMS AND LEGS OUTSPREAD
spit; When the mercury is a frozen ball, and the frost-fiend stalks to kill-- Well, it was just like that that day when I set out to look for Bill. Oh, the awful hush that seemed to crush me down on every hand, As I blundered blind with a trail to find through that blank and bitter land; Half dazed, half crazed in the winter wild, with its grim heart-breaking woes, And the ruthless strife for a grip on life that only the sourdough knows! North by the compass, North I pressed; river and peak and plain Passed like a dream I slept to lose and I waked to dream again. River and plain and mighty peak--and who could stand unawed? As their summits blazed, he could stand undazed at the foot of the throne of God. North, aye, North, through a land accurst, shunned by the scouring brutes, And all I heard was my own harsh word and the whine of the malamutes, Till at last I came to a cabin squat, built in the side of a hill, And I burst in the door, and there on the floor, frozen to death, lay Bill. A BIT OF STEEL BURNS LIKE A RED HOT SPIT WHEN THE MERCURY IS A FROZEN BALL AND THE FROST FIEND STALKS TO KILL WELL IT WAS JUST LIKE THAT THAT DAY WHEN I SET OUT TO LOOK FOR BILL OH THE AWFUL HUSH THAT SEEMED TO CRUSH ME DOWN ON EVERY HAND AS I BLUNDERED BLIND WITH A TRAIL TO FIND THROUGH THAT BLANK AND BITTER LAND HALF DAZED HALF CRAZED IN THE WINTER WILD WITH ITS GRIM HEART BREAKING WOES AND THE RUTHLESS STRIFE FOR A GRIP ON LIFE THAT ONLY THE SOURDOUGH KNOWS NORTH BY THE COMPASS NORTH I PRESSED RIVER AND PEAK AND PLAIN PAST LIKE A DREAM I SLEPT TO LOSE AND WAKED TO DREAM AGAIN RIVER AND PLAIN AND MIGHTY PEAK AND WHO COULD STAND UNAWED AS THEIR SUMMITS BLAZED HE COULD STAND UNDAZED AT THE FOOT OF THE THRONE OF GOD NORTH AYE NORTH THROUGH A LAND ACCURST SHUNNED BY THE SCOURING BRUTES AND ALL I HEARD WAS MY OWN HARSH WORD AND THE WHINE OF THE MALAMUTES TILL AT LAST I CAME TO A CABIN SQUAT BUILT IN THE SIDE OF A HILL AND I BURST IN THE DOOR AND THERE ON THE FLOOR FROZEN TO DEATH LAY BILL
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