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The greed of the gold possessed us; pity and love were forgot; Covetous visions obsessed us; brother with brother fought. THE GREED OF THE GOLD POSSESSED US PITY AND LOVE WERE FORGOT COVETOUS VISIONS OBSESSED US BROTHER WITH BROTHER FOUGHT
e, in hunger and hope and despair, Till glacier, mountain and forest vanished, and, radiantly fair, There at our feet lay Lake Bennett, and down to its welcome we ran: The trail of the land was over, the trail of the water began. III. We built our boats and we launched them. Never has been such a fleet; A packing-case for a bottom, a mackinaw for a sheet. Shapeless, grotesque, lopsided, flimsy, makeshift and crude, Each man after his fashion builded as best he could. Each man worked like a demon, as prow to rudder we raced; The winds of the Wild cried "Hurry!" the voice of the waters, "Haste!" We hated those driving before us; we dreaded those pressing behind; We cursed the slow current that bore us; we prayed to the God of the wind. Spring! and the hillsides flourished, vivid in jewelled green; Spring! and our hearts' blood nourished envy and hatred and spleen. Little cared we for the Spring-birth; much cared we to get on-- Stake in the Great White Channel, stake ere the best be gone. TTLE CRY GOLD THUS TOILED WE THE ARMY OF FORTUNE IN HUNGER AND HOPE AND DESPAIR TILL GLACIER MOUNIN AND FOREST VANISHED AND RADIANTLY FAIR THERE AT OUR FEET LAY LAKE BENNETT AND DOWN TO ITS WELCOME WE RAN THE TRAIL OF THE LAND WAS OVER THE TRAIL OF THE WATER BEGAN WE BUILT OUR BOATS AND WE LAUNCHED THEM NEVER HAS BEEN SUCH A FLEET A PACKING CASE FOR A BOTTOM A MACKINAW FOR A SHEET SHAPELESS GROTESQUE LOPSIDED FLIMSY MAKESHIFT AND CRUDE EACH MAN AFTER HIS FASHION BUILDED AS BEST AS HE COULD EACH MAN WORKED LIKE A DEMON AS PROW TO RUDDER WE RACED THE WINDS OF THE WILD CRIED HURRY THE VOICE OF THE WATERS HASTE WE HATED THOSE DRIVING BEFORE US WE DREADED THOSE PRESSING BEHIND WE CURSED THE SLOW CURRENT THAT BORE US WE PRAYED TO THE GOD OF THE WIND SPRING AND THE HILLSIDES FLOURISHED VIVID IN JEWELLED GREEN SPRING AND OUR HEART'S BLOOD NOURISHED ENVY AND HATRED AND SPLEEN LITTLE CARED WE FOR THE SPRING BIRTH MUCH CARED WE TO GET ON STAKE IN THE GREAT WHITE CHANNEL STAKE ERE THE BEST BE GONE
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