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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. 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
 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! 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. URPLE 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 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
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