The White Czar (Hawkes)
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The White Czar
A Story of a Polar Bear
By
Clarence Hawkes
Author of "Pep, the Story of a Brave Dog"
Illustrated by
Charles Livingston Bull
1923
Milton Bradley Company
Springfield, Massachusetts
Copyright, 1923
By Milton Bradley Company
Springfield, Massachusetts
All Rights Reserved
By Milton Bradley Company
Springfield, Massachusetts
All Rights Reserved
Bradley Quality Books
Printed in United States of America
Dedicated to
the memory of that dauntless American who first planted the stars and stripes at the north pole, Rear Admiral Peary.
Where the rafters of the world-roof fade beneath the Northern Light,
And the icy air smites shivering o'er the floes;
Where the bleak half-year of sun flees the black half-year of night,
And the stars eternal stab the lifeless snows:
There lies the land that's God's own land—the land of frozen sea,
The land that lures the heart that brooks no sway
And the lubber has no portion in its heritage with me;
For it's men, red-blooded men, that tread the way.
And the icy air smites shivering o'er the floes;
Where the bleak half-year of sun flees the black half-year of night,
And the stars eternal stab the lifeless snows:
There lies the land that's God's own land—the land of frozen sea,
The land that lures the heart that brooks no sway
And the lubber has no portion in its heritage with me;
For it's men, red-blooded men, that tread the way.
And it's, Lash your team of huskies!
And it's, Lift the sled along!
And it's, Climb the frozen hummocks where the wind is biting strong!
And it's, Fight your way through blizzard
With the cold a-grip your gizzard!
And it's, Push for the top of the world, boys!
And it's, Lift the sled along!
And it's, Climb the frozen hummocks where the wind is biting strong!
And it's, Fight your way through blizzard
With the cold a-grip your gizzard!
And it's, Push for the top of the world, boys!
Oh, the cliffs frown bleak and sullen on the tide of Melville Sound,
Where the glaciers topple roaring to the deep;
And the stately castled bergs in procession sail around,
And the howling wind swings wider in its sweep.
And the dogs' heads now are drooping at the telling, killing pace,
And our breath comes hard and frozen on the gale.
Lord! it's never stop or listen but it's buckle to the race!
For we're men, red-blooded men, who break the trail.
Where the glaciers topple roaring to the deep;
And the stately castled bergs in procession sail around,
And the howling wind swings wider in its sweep.
And the dogs' heads now are drooping at the telling, killing pace,
And our breath comes hard and frozen on the gale.
Lord! it's never stop or listen but it's buckle to the race!
For we're men, red-blooded men, who break the trail.
There's a white bear at the headland; there's a walrus on the floe;
And the seals lie shining sleek beneath the sun.
There's a monster blubber whale—God! you see him slosh and blow!—
And there's hunger at the trigger of your gun.
And the death-bolt, through the silence of the still, ghost-sheeted air,
Leaps forth in sudden burst of lurid flame.
Ho! there's meat for them that take it—for dog and you a share.
Ye are men, red-blooded men, who play the game.
And the seals lie shining sleek beneath the sun.
There's a monster blubber whale—God! you see him slosh and blow!—
And there's hunger at the trigger of your gun.
And the death-bolt, through the silence of the still, ghost-sheeted air,
Leaps forth in sudden burst of lurid flame.
Ho! there's meat for them that take it—for dog and you a share.
Ye are men, red-blooded men, who play the game.
And it's, Lash your team of huskies!
And it's, Lift the sled along!
And it's, Climb the frozen hummocks where the wind is biting strong!
And it's, Fight your way through blizzard
With the cold a-grip your gizzard!
And it's, Push for the top of the world, boys!
And it's, Lift the sled along!
And it's, Climb the frozen hummocks where the wind is biting strong!
And it's, Fight your way through blizzard
With the cold a-grip your gizzard!
And it's, Push for the top of the world, boys!
Andrew F. Underhill. By permission of the Outing Magazine.
Contents
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This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1929.
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