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Title: Greeting
Author: Yukon Bill [
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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 back! come back! come back!"
O, God! how Mem'ry knifes me now an' puts me on th' rack.
Yes, yes--I failed! Yes, yes, a drink!
An' then my pipe I'll fill.
Boy, here's t' you--y'r picter's true
Of them old sinners that I knew
On old Che-cha-ko Hill;
But say, old man, y' overlooked my friend, "Swiftwater Bill!"
[The end]
Yukon Bill's poem: Greeting
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