in temples of Shame I've built,
And Pleasure's been my goal,
But here with you in th' hinter-world
Where there's nothing pure but snow,
Some words long dumb t' my lips have come,
A prayer that I used to know:--
"OUR--FATHER!"--I wonder will HE refute
A fellow that learns of a malamute
T' take th' kick an' blow?
Oh, down here below we may go th' pace,
Loot, gut, palter, prey, maraud;
But here or There comes settling day,
For y' can't bamboozle God----
He'll send us back, like you, mal'mute,
Mangy an' whining--black with hell-soot----
Say, Bill, did y' see him nod?
[Illustration: RED JACKET, BULLY BOY HE IS]
RED-JACKET
Where it's eighty below zero, there you'll find the Northland hero,
Red-Jacket; bully Boy he is--sure thing he fills the bill!
In that trackless waste of snow, where the Northern Lights hang low,
He is doing deeds of daring that would make your pulses thrill:--
AN' WE'LL DRINK T' YOU, RED-JACKET;
THE EQUATOR OF YOUR VEST
BUNCHES ALL THE PRIDE AN' GLORY
OF TH' WILD AN' WOOLLY WEST!
Red-Jacket does no askin', but he's ready for th' taskin'
When they sling him out his orders, with a hunk o' pemmican;
An' he'll travel day an' night after Red-man or bad white,
An' he'll go through hell-an'-blazes, BUT HE'LL NEVER MISS HIS MAN!
HE LAUGHS AT DEATH AN' DANGER,
FOR TH' CHIN-STRAP ON HIS JAW
IS TH' LINK THAT BINDS CREATION:--
BRITISH FAIR-PLAY, AN' TH'--LAW!
The spur hitched to his heel--at his hip th' gleam of steel,--
With his belly-band strapped tighter his hunger to forget,
He may drop upon th' track BUT YOU BET HE WON'T TURN BACK--
For it's duty, Duty, DUTY! That's Red-Jacket's am-u-let!
AN' IT'S "HI! YOU SKULKIN' HUSKY"!
O'ER TH' WINTRY, WIND-SWEPT GROUND,
THE DOG HIS LONE COMPANION--
AND THE SILENCE THAT IS SOUND!
Oh, the Arctic wilds are weary, and the Arctic nights are dreary;
And Red-Jacket sometimes wonders why he's livin' th' wild life?
Then he eyes th' British Flag; says: "GOD BLESS YOU, YOU OLD RAG!
It's through courtin' YOU I've neither child nor wife"!
THEN A SHAMED AN' SILENT TEAR
FALLS UPON THE ARCTIC SNOWS;
AN' THE ANGUISH OF
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