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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508691" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ballad Of Gum-Boot Ben</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was an old prospector with a vision bleared and dim.<br> He asked me for a grubstake, and the same I gave to him.<br> He hinted of a hidden trove, and when I made so bold<br> To question his veracity, this is the tale he told.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;I do not seek the copper streak, nor yet the yellow dust;<br>I am not fain for sake of gain to irk the frozen crust;<br>Let fellows gross find gilded dross, far other is my mark;<br>Oh, gentle youth, this is the truth--I go to seek the Ark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;I prospected the Pelly bed, I prospected the White;<br>The Nordenscold for love of gold I piked from morn till night;<br>Afar and near for many a year I led the wild stampede,<br>Until I guessed that all my quest was vanity and greed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Then came I to a land I knew no man had ever seen,<br>A haggard land, forlornly spanned by mountains lank and lean;<br>The nitchies said 'twas full of dread, of smoke and fiery breath,<br>And no man dare put foot in there for fear of pain and death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;But I was made all unafraid, so, careless and alone,<br>Day after day I made my way into that land unknown;<br>Night after night by camp-fire light I crouched in lonely thought;<br>Oh, gentle youth, this is the truth--I knew not what I sought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;I rose at dawn; I wandered on. 'Tis somewhat fine and grand<br>To be alone and hold your own in God's vast awesome land;<br>Come woe or weal, 'tis fine to feel a hundred miles between<br>The trails you dare and pathways where the feet of men have been.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;And so it fell on me a spell of wander-lust was cast.<br>The land was still and strange and chill, and cavernous and vast;<br>And sad and dead, and dull as lead, the valleys sought the snows;<br>And far and wide on every side the ashen peaks arose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;The moon was like a silent spike that pierced the sky right through;<br>The small stars popped and winked and hopped in vastitudes of blue;<br>And unto me for company came creatures of the shade,<br>And formed in rings and whispered things that made me half afraid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;And strange though be, 'twas borne on me that land had lived of old,<br>And men had crept and slain and slept where now they toiled for gold;<br>Through jungles dim the mammoth grim had sought the oozy fen,<br>And on his track, all bent of back, had crawled the hairy men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;And furthermore, strange deeds of yore in this dead place were done.<br>They haunted me, as wild and free I roamed from sun to sun;<br>Until I came where sudden flame uplit a terraced height,<br>A regnant peak that seemed to seek the coronal of night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;I scaled the peak; my heart was weak, yet on and on I pressed.<br>Skyward I strained until I gained its dazzling silver crest;<br>And there I found, with all around a world supine and stark,<br>Swept clean of snow, a flat plateau, and on it lay--the Ark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Yes, there, I knew, by two and two the beasts did disembark,<br>And so in haste I ran and traced in letters on the Ark<br>My human name--Ben Smith's the same. And now I want to float<br>A syndicate to haul and freight to town that noble boat.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I met him later in a bar and made a gay remark<br> Anent an ancient miner and an option on the Ark.<br> He gazed at me reproachfully, as only topers can;<br> But what he said I can't repeat--he was a bad old man.</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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