large/2254/ballads_cheechako_0811_librivox_64kb_mp3/06_balladofblasphemousbill_service_hp_64kb_6
large/2254/ballads_cheechako_0811_librivox_64kb_mp3/06_balladofblasphemousbill_service_hp_64kb
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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. 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
; And I packed it full of grub and "hooch", and I slung it on the sleigh; Then I harnessed up my team of dogs and was off at dawn of day. You know what it's like in the Yukon wild when it's sixty-nine below; When the ice-worms wriggle their purple heads through the crust of the pale blue snow; When the pine-trees crack like little guns in the silence of the wood, And the icicles hang down like tusks under the parka hood; When the stove-pipe smoke breaks sudden off, and the sky is weirdly lit, And the careless feel of 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! CKED OUT FOR HIS SELF AND I PACKED IT FULL OF GRUB AND HOOCH AND I SLUNG IT ON THE SLEIGH THEN I HARNESSED UP MY TEAM OF DOGS AND WAS OFF AT THE DAWN OF DAY YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE IN THE YUKON WILD WHEN IT'S SIXTY NINE BELOW WHEN THE ICE WORMS WRIGGLE THEIR PURPLE HEADS THROUGH THE CRUST OF THE PALE BLUE SNOW WHEN THE PINE TREES CRACK LIKE LITTLE GUNS IN THE SILENCE OF THE WOOD AND THE ICICLES HANG DOWN LIKE TUSKS UNDER THE PARKA HOOD WHEN THE STOVE PIPE SMOKE BREAKS SUDDEN OFF AND THE SKY IS WEIRDLY LIT AND THE CARELESS FEEL OF 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
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