The Cremation of Sam McGee
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the Artic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold. The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, but the queer ist they ever did see was that night on the Marge of Lake LaBarge. I cremated Sam McGee. Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows why he left his home in the South to roam around the pole. God only knows he was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell, though he'd often say in his homely way, he'd sooner live in **** on Christmas Day. We were mushing are way over the Dawson Trail. Talk of your cold through the Parkers fold. It's stabbed like a driven nail. If our eyes we'd close than the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn't see. It wasn't much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee. And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow and the dogs were fed than the stars will head were dancing heel and toe. He turned to me, and CAPP says he I'll cash in this trip, I guess. And if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request