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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508211" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Barb-Wire Bill</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At dawn of day the white land lay all gruesome-like and grim,<br>When Bill Mc'Gee he says to me: &quot;We've got to do it, Jim.<br>We've got to make Fort Liard quick. I know the river's bad,<br>But, oh! the little woman's sick . . . why! don't you savvy, lad?&quot;<br>And me! Well, yes, I must confess it wasn't hard to see<br>Their little family group of two would soon be one of three.<br>And so I answered, careless-like: &quot;Why, Bill! you don't suppose<br>I'm scared of that there `babbling brook'? Whatever you say -- goes.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A real live man was Barb-wire Bill, with insides copper-lined;<br>For &quot;barb-wire&quot; was the brand of &quot;hooch&quot; to which he most inclined.<br>They knew him far; his igloos are on Kittiegazuit strand.<br>They knew him well, the tribes who dwell within the Barren Land.<br>From Koyokuk to Kuskoquim his fame was everywhere;<br>And he did love, all life above, that little Julie Claire,<br>The lithe, white slave-girl he had bought for seven hundred skins,<br>And taken to his wickiup to make his moccasins.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We crawled down to the river bank and feeble folk were we,<br>That Julie Claire from God-knows-where, and Barb-wire Bill and me.<br>From shore to shore we heard the roar the heaving ice-floes make,<br>And loud we laughed, and launched our raft, and followed in their wake.<br>The river swept and seethed and leapt, and caught us in its stride;<br>And on we hurled amid a world that crashed on every side.<br>With sullen din the banks caved in; the shore-ice lanced the stream;<br>The naked floes like spooks arose, all jiggling and agleam.<br>Black anchor-ice of strange device shot upward from its bed,<br>As night and day we cleft our way, and arrow-like we sped.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But &quot;Faster still!&quot; cried Barb-wire Bill, and looked the live-long day<br>In dull despair at Julie Claire, as white like death she lay.<br>And sometimes he would seem to pray and sometimes seem to curse,<br>And bent above, with eyes of love, yet ever she grew worse.<br>And as we plunged and leapt and lunged, her face was plucked with pain,<br>And I could feel his nerves of steel a-quiver at the strain.<br>And in the night he gripped me tight as I lay fast asleep:<br>&quot;The river's kicking like a steer . . . run out the forward sweep!<br>That's Hell-gate Canyon right ahead; I know of old its roar,<br>And . . . I'll be damned! the ice is jammed! We've GOT to make the shore.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With one wild leap I gripped the sweep. The night was black as sin.<br>The float-ice crashed and ripped and smashed, and stunned us with its din.<br>And near and near, and clear and clear I heard the canyon boom;<br>And swift and strong we swept along to meet our awful doom.<br>And as with dread I glimpsed ahead the death that waited there,<br>My only thought was of the girl, the little Julie Claire;<br>And so, like demon mad with fear, I panted at the oar,<br>And foot by foot, and inch by inch, we worked the raft ashore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bank was staked with grinding ice, and as we scraped and crashed,<br>I only knew one thing to do, and through my mind it flashed:<br>Yet while I groped to find the rope, I heard Bill's savage cry:<br>&quot;That's my job, lad! It's me that jumps. I'll snub this raft or die!&quot;<br>I saw him leap, I saw him creep, I saw him gain the land;<br>I saw him crawl, I saw him fall, then run with rope in hand.<br>And then the darkness gulped him up, and down we dashed once more,<br>And nearer, nearer drew the jam, and thunder-like its roar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh God! all's lost . . . from Julie Claire there came a wail of pain,<br>And then -- the rope grew sudden taut, and quivered at the strain;<br>It slacked and slipped, it whined and gripped, and oh, I held my breath!<br>And there we hung and there we swung right in the jaws of death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A little strand of hempen rope, and how I watched it there,<br>With all around a hell of sound, and darkness and despair;<br>A little strand of hempen rope, I watched it all alone,<br>And somewhere in the dark behind I heard a woman moan;<br>And somewhere in the dark ahead I heard a man cry out,<br>Then silence, silence, silence fell, and mocked my hollow shout.<br>And yet once more from out the shore I heard that cry of pain,<br>A moan of mortal agony, then all was still again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That night was hell with all the frills, and when the dawn broke dim,<br>I saw a lean and level land, but never sign of him.<br>I saw a flat and frozen shore of hideous device,<br>I saw a long-drawn strand of rope that vanished through the ice.<br>And on that treeless, rockless shore I found my partner -- dead.<br>No place was there to snub the raft, so -- he had served instead;<br>And with the rope lashed round his waist, in last defiant fight,<br>He'd thrown himself beneath the ice, that closed and gripped him tight;<br>And there he'd held us back from death, as fast in death he lay. . . .<br>Say, boys! I'm not the pious brand, but -- I just tried to pray.<br>And then I looked to Julie Claire, and sore abashed was I,<br>For from the robes that covered her, I - heard - a - baby - cry....</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus was Love conqueror of death, and life for life was given;<br>And though no saint on earth, d'ye think -- Bill's squared hisself with Heaven?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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When Bill Mc'Gee he says to me: &quot;We've got to do it, Jim.
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But, oh! the little woman's sick . . . why! don't you savvy, l..."></div>
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