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"The Moose hides called it the devil fox, and swore that no man could kill; That he who hunted it, soon or late, must surely suffer some ill; But I laughed at them and their old squaw tales. Ha! Ha! I'm laughing still. THE MOOSE HIDES CALLED IT THE DEVIL FOX AND SWORE THAT NO MAN COULD KILL THAT HE WHO HUNTED IT SOON OR LATE MUST SURELY SUFFER SOME ILL BUT I LAUGHED AT THEM AND THEIR OLD SQUAW TAILS HA HA I'M LAUGHING STILL
r life, I'll sell you a quarter share. You turn it down? Well, I'll make it ten, seeing as you are my friend. Nothing doing? Say! don't be hard--have you got a dollar to lend? Just a dollar to help me out, I know you'll treat me white; I'll do as much for you some day . . . God bless you, sir; good-night. The Ballad of the Black Fox Skin There was Claw-fingered Kitty and Windy Ike living the life of shame, When unto them in the Long, Long Night came the man-who-had-no-name; Bearing his prize of a black fox pelt, out of the Wild he came. His cheeks were blanched as the flume-head foam when the brown spring freshets flow; Deep in their dark, sin-calcined pits were his sombre eyes aglow; They knew him far for the fitful man who spat forth blood on the snow. "Did ever you see such a skin?" quoth he; "there's nought in the world so fine-- Such fullness of fur as black as the night, such lustre, such size, such shine; It's life to a one-lunged man like me; it's London, it's women, it's wine.  THE BALLAD OF THE BLACK FOX SKIN BY ROBERT SERVICE REDFORD LIEBER BOX DOT ORG BY HAIDEY PRICE THERE WAS CLAW FINGERED KITTY AND WINDY IKE LIVING THE LIFE OF SHAME WHEN UNTO THEM IN THE LONG LONG NIGHT CAME THE MAN WHO HAD NO NAME BEARING HIS PRIZE OF A BLACK FOX PELT OUT OF THE WILD HE CAME HIS CHEEKS WERE BLANCHED AS THE FLUME HEAD FOAM WHEN THE BROWN SPRING FRESHETS FLOW DEEP IN THEIR DARK SIN CALCINED PITS WERE HIS SOMBRE EYES AGLOW THEY KNEW HIM FAR FOR THE FITFUL MAN WHO SPAT FORTH BLOOD ON THE SNOW DID YOU EVER SEE SUCH A SKIN QUOTH HE THERE'S NOUGHT IN THE WORLD SO FINE SUCH FULLNESS OF FUR AS BLACK AS THE NIGHT SUCH LUSTRE SUCH SIZE SUCH SHINE IT'S LIFE TO A ONE LUNGED MAN LIKE ME IT'S LONDON IT'S WOMEN IT'S WINE
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