Archive for the 'The Spell of the Yukon' Category

The Cremation of Sam McGee

Monday, January 28th, 2008

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.
Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, […]

The Shooting of Dan McGrew

Monday, January 28th, 2008

A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And watching his luck was his light-o’-love, the lady that’s known as Lou.
When out of the night, which was fifty below, and […]

Grin

Monday, January 28th, 2008

If you’re up against a bruiser and you’re getting knocked about –
Grin.
If you’re feeling pretty groggy, and you’re licked beyond a doubt –
Grin.
Don’t let him see you’re funking, let him know with every clout,
Though your face is battered to a pulp, your blooming heart is stout;
Just stand upon your pins until the beggar knocks you […]

The Song of the Wage-Slave

Monday, January 28th, 2008

When the long, long day is over, and the Big Boss gives me my pay,
I hope that it won’t be hell-fire, as some of the parsons say.
And I hope that it won’t be heaven, with some of the parsons I’ve met –
All I want is just quiet, just to rest and forget.
Look at my face, […]

The Lure of Little Voices

Monday, January 28th, 2008

There’s a cry from out the loneliness — oh, listen, Honey, listen!
Do you hear it, do you fear it, you’re a-holding of me so?
You’re a-sobbing in your sleep, dear, and your lashes, how they glisten –
Do you hear the Little Voices all a-begging me to go?
All a-begging me to leave you. Day and night […]

The Pines

Monday, January 28th, 2008

We sleep in the sleep of ages, the bleak, barbarian pines;
The gray moss drapes us like sages, and closer we lock our lines,
And deeper we clutch through the gelid gloom where never a sunbeam shines.
On the flanks of the storm-gored ridges are our black battalions massed;
We surge in a host to the sullen coast, and […]

The Lone Trail

Monday, January 28th, 2008

Ye who know the Lone Trail fain would follow it,
Though it lead to glory or the darkness of the pit.
Ye who take the Lone Trail, bid your love good-by;
The Lone Trail, the Lone Trail follow till you die.
The trails of the world be countless, and most of the trails be tried;
You tread on the heels […]

The Call of the Wild

Monday, January 28th, 2008

Have you gazed on naked grandeur where there’s nothing else to gaze on,
Set pieces and drop-curtain scenes galore,
Big mountains heaved to heaven, which the blinding sunsets blazon,
Black canyons where the rapids rip and roar?
Have you swept the visioned valley
with the green stream streaking through it,
Searched the Vastness for a something you have lost?
Have you strung […]

The Parson’s Son

Monday, January 28th, 2008

This is the song of the parson’s son, as he squats in his shack alone,
On the wild, weird nights, when the Northern Lights
shoot up from the frozen zone,
And it’s sixty below, and couched in the snow the hungry huskies moan:
“I’m one of the Arctic brotherhood, I’m an old-time pioneer.
I came with the first — O […]

The Law of the Yukon

Monday, January 28th, 2008

This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain:
“Send not your foolish and feeble; send me your strong and your sane –
Strong for the red rage of battle; sane for I harry them sore;
Send me men girt for the combat, men who are grit to the core;
Swift as the panther in […]