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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386628" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Wolverine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yes, sir, it's quite a story, though you won't believe it's true,<br>But such things happened often when I lived beyond the Soo.'<br>And the trapper tilted back his chair and filled his pipe anew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I ain't thought of it neither fer this many 'n many a day,<br>Although it used to haunt me in the years that's slid away,<br>The years I spent a-trappin' for the good old Hudson's Bay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Wild? You bet, 'twas wild then, an' few an' far between<br>The squatters' shacks, for whites was scarce as furs when things is green,<br>An' only reds an' 'Hudson's' men was all the folk I seen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'No. Them old Indyans ain't so bad, not if you treat 'em square.<br>Why, I lived in amongst 'em all the winters I was there,<br>An' I never lost a copper, an' I never lost a hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But I'd have lost my life the time that you've heard tell about;<br>I don't think I'd be settin' here, but dead beyond a doubt,<br>If that there Indyan 'Wolverine' jest hadn't helped me out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''Twas freshet time, 'way back, as long as sixty-six or eight,<br>An' I was comin' to the Post that year a kind of late,<br>For beaver had been plentiful, and trappin' had been great.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'One day I had been settin' traps along a bit of wood,<br>An' night was catchin' up to me jest faster 'an it should,<br>When all at once I heard a sound that curdled up my blood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'It was the howl of famished wolves-I didn't stop to think<br>But jest lit out across for home as quick as you could wink,<br>But when I reached the river's edge I brought up at the brink.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'That mornin' I had crossed the stream straight on a sheet of ice<br>An' now, God help me! There it was, churned up an' cracked to dice,<br>The flood went boiling past-I stood like one shut in a vice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'No way ahead, no path aback, trapped like a rat ashore,<br>With naught but death to follow, and with naught but death afore;<br>The howl of hungry wolves aback-ahead, the torrent's roar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'An' then-a voice, an Indyan voice, that called out clear and clean,<br>'Take Indyan's horse, I run like deer, wolf can't catch Wolverine.'<br>I says, 'Thank Heaven.' There stood the chief I'd nicknamed Wolverine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I leapt on that there horse, an' then jest like a coward fled,<br>An' left that Indyan standin' there alone, as good as dead,<br>With the wolves a-howlin' at his back, the swollen stream ahead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I don't know how them Indyans dodge from death the way they do,<br>You won't believe it, sir, but what I'm tellin' you is true,<br>But that there chap was 'round next day as sound as me or you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He came to get his horse, but not a cent he'd take from me.<br>Yes, sir, you're right, the Indyans now ain't like they used to be;<br>We've got 'em sharpened up a bit an' <br>now<br>they'll take a fee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'No, sir, you're wrong, they ain't no 'dogs.' I'm not through tellin' yet;<br>You'll take that name right back again, or else jest out you get!<br>You'll take that name right back when you hear all this yarn, I bet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'It happened that same autumn, when some Whites was comin' in,<br>I heard the old Red River carts a-kickin' up a din,<br>So I went over to their camp to see an English skin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'They said, 'They'd had an awful scare from Injuns,' an' they swore<br>That savages had come around the very night before<br>A-brandishing their tomahawks an' painted up for war.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But when their plucky Englishmen had put a bit of lead<br>Right through the heart of one of them, an' rolled him over, dead,<br>The other cowards said that they had come on peace instead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''That they (the Whites) had lost some stores, from off their little pack,<br>An' that the Red they peppered dead had followed up their track,<br>Because he'd found the packages an' came <br>to give them back<br>.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''Oh!' they said, 'they were quite sorry, but it wasn't like as if<br>They had killed a decent Whiteman by mistake or in a tiff,<br>It was only some old Injun dog that lay there stark an' stiff.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I said, 'You are the meanest dogs that ever yet I seen,'<br>Then I rolled the body over as it lay out on the green;<br>I peered into the face-My God! 'twas poor old Wolverine.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emily+Pauline+Johnson">Emily Pauline Johnson</a><div class=q>
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But such things happened often when I lived beyond the Soo.'
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