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    Derby Day in the Yukon, and Other Poems of the "Northland"
    Derby Day in the Yukon, and Other Poems of the "Northland"
    Derby Day in the Yukon, and Other Poems of the "Northland"
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    Derby Day in the Yukon, and Other Poems of the "Northland"

    By Kate Simpson Hayes

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    DigiCat Publishing presents to you this special edition of "Derby Day in the Yukon, and Other Poems of the "Northland"" by Kate Simpson Hayes. DigiCat Publishing considers every written word to be a legacy of humankind. Every DigiCat book has been carefully reproduced for republishing in a new modern format. The books are available in print, as well as ebooks. DigiCat hopes you will treat this work with the acknowledgment and passion it deserves as a classic of world literature.
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    Release dateSep 4, 2022
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      Derby Day in the Yukon, and Other Poems of the "Northland" - Kate Simpson Hayes

      Kate Simpson Hayes

      Derby Day in the Yukon, and Other Poems of the Northland

      EAN 8596547208877

      DigiCat, 2022

      Contact: DigiCat@okpublishing.info

      Table of Contents

      GREETING

      GREETING

      DERBY DAY IN THE YUKON

      THE MALAMUTE

      RED-JACKET

      UP AGAINST IT

      HOW SLIPPERY PLAYED THE GAME

      HOW SLIPPERY PLAYED THE GAME

      HEROES

      LOWER-FLAT ANNALS

      THE TRAIL

      THE KING OF THE KLONDIKE

      GHOSTS

      AN ANGEL

      BILLY BIRD'S CELEBRATION

      INVITATION

      JIM

      JIM

      TALE OF THE CHE-CHA-KO

      ST. BONIFACE FIRE BRIGADE

      WINDY

      MY SONG

      GREETING

      Table of Contents

      To Robert W. Service

      GREETING

      Table of Contents

      Shake, Pard! I'm mighty proud o' you!

      (I'm know'd as Yukon Bill);

      You blazed th' trail an' blazed it true;——

      Some o' my friends I see y' knew

      On old Che-cha-ko Hill;

      But say, old man, y' clean forgot my friend, Swiftwater Bill!

      You was a kid in pettic'uts

      When I went in, a man;

      Grub-stakin' with two other goats——

      We sow'd th' last of our wild oats

      An' th' new, clean life began;

      We was th' fu'st (an' p'raps th' wu'st) Five Fingers' Rapids ran.

      I staked out Eldorado crick

      Long 'fore th' world was told

      Them hills from Hunker to St. Mick

      Groaned f'r th' drill an' f'r th' pick,

      The'r bellies achin' GOLD!

      Where many a night th' moon pale white saw me in blankets rolled.

      At Magnet Gulch I lit my pipe——

      Got drunk upon Gold Hill;

      I hoofed it cle'r t' Kokusqum——

      'Twas ther' I lost my Siwash chum

      (She drownded in a spill),

      An' Love an' Luck together went from pore old Yukon Bill!

      Big Skookum claim might a-bin mine,

      But fortune ther' I missed;

      For all I got a-though I sought——

      I starved an' thirsted, dug an' fought,

      Was d—— plumbago schist!

      Ten years of toil, of muck an' spoil; then on th' Failure list.

      Labarge; th' Canyon; I was there;

      I clumb th' Glacier mound.

      I might a-bin a millionaire——

      God! think of it, and see me—WHERE?

      A bum on Puget Sound!——

      At night my roof th' open sky—my pillow th' cold ground.

      Me for th' trail at seventy!

      I'm longin' f'r th' track:

      I'll try again—no, I'll not fail——

      I hear them Little Voices wail:

      "Come

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