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  Speaker 1: The Cremation of Sam Macgee by Robert W. Servis red
• 0:04
  Speaker 1: forliver Box dot Org by Caliban. There are strange things
• 0:12
  Speaker 1: done in the midnight sun by the men who moil
• 0:14
  Speaker 1: for gold. The Arctic trails had their secret tales that
• 0:18
  Speaker 1: would make your blood run cold. The Northern Knights have
• 0:22
  Speaker 1: seen queer sights. The queerest they ever did see was
• 0:26
  Speaker 1: at night on the march of Lake Lebarge I cremated
• 0:29
  Speaker 1: Sam Magee. Now Sam Macgee was from Tennessee, where the
• 0:33
  Speaker 1: cotton blooms and blows. Why he left his home in
• 0:36
  Speaker 1: the south the room round the pole, God only knows.
• 0:40
  Speaker 1: He was always cold, but the land of Gold seemed
• 0:42
  Speaker 1: to hold him like a spell. We'd often say in
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  Speaker 1: his homely way, he'd sooner live in hail. On a
• 0:50
  Speaker 1: Christmas day we were rushing our way over the Dawson Trail,
• 0:54
  Speaker 1: talk of your cold till the park has fold its
• 0:58
  Speaker 1: stab like a driven nail. If our eyes we'd close
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  Speaker 1: and the latches froze, though sometimes we couldn't see. Wasn't
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  Speaker 1: much fun. Don't want a whimper with Sam Macgee. And
• 1:08
  Speaker 1: that very night's we lay packed tight, not robes beneath
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  Speaker 1: the snow, and the dogs were fed, and the stars
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  Speaker 1: overhead were dancing heel and toe. He turn'd to me
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  Speaker 1: and Cap says he I'll catch in this trip, I guess,
• 1:24
  Speaker 1: and if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse
• 1:28
  Speaker 1: my last requests. Well, he seems so low that I
• 1:33
  Speaker 1: couldn't say no. Then he says, with a sort of
• 1:36
  Speaker 1: a moan, it's the cursed cold. It's got right hold
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  Speaker 1: till I'm chilled clean through to the bone. Yit's tain't
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  Speaker 1: beIN dead. It's my awful dread, the acid grave that pains.
• 1:51
  Speaker 1: So I want ye to swear that foul or fair, you,
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  Speaker 1: crew mate, my last remains, A pal's last need is
• 2:01
  Speaker 1: a thing to heed. So I swore I would not fail.
• 2:05
  Speaker 1: And we started on at the streak of dawn. But God,
• 2:09
  Speaker 1: he looked ghastly, pale. He crouched on the sleigh and
• 2:14
  Speaker 1: he raved all day of his home in Tennessee, and
• 2:18
  Speaker 1: before nightfall a corpse was all that was left to
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  Speaker 1: Sam mac gee. There wasn't a breath in that land
• 2:25
  Speaker 1: of death. And I hurried, horror driven, but the corpse
• 2:29
  Speaker 1: half hid that I couldn't get rid because of a
• 2:31
  Speaker 1: promise given was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed
• 2:34
  Speaker 1: to say, you might tax your bronen brains, but you
• 2:36
  Speaker 1: promise true, and it's up to you to gramate those
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  Speaker 1: last remains. Now, a promise maid is a debt unpaid,
• 2:44
  Speaker 1: and the trail has its own stern code. In the
• 2:47
  Speaker 1: days to come, though my lips were dumb in my heart,
• 2:52
  Speaker 1: how I cursed that load. Then the long long night
• 2:57
  Speaker 1: by the lone fire light, while the husk in a
• 3:00
  Speaker 1: ring howld out their woes to the homeless snows. Oh God,
• 3:09
  Speaker 1: how I loathe the thing. And every day that quiet
• 3:14
  Speaker 1: clay seemed heavy and heavier grow, And on I went
• 3:19
  Speaker 1: till the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low.
• 3:23
  Speaker 1: The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but
• 3:25
  Speaker 1: I swore I would not give in, And I often
• 3:28
  Speaker 1: sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a
• 3:31
  Speaker 1: grim till I came to the march of Lake Lebarge,
• 3:35
  Speaker 1: and a derelict there lay. It was jammed in the ice,
• 3:38
  Speaker 1: but I saw in a trice it was called the
• 3:40
  Speaker 1: alice May. And I looked at it, and I thought
• 3:46
  Speaker 1: of it, and I looked at my frozen chum. Then
• 3:52
  Speaker 1: here said I with a sudden cry, is my cream
• 3:55
  Speaker 1: atare e um? Some planks I tore from the cabin,
• 4:00
  Speaker 1: and I lit the boiler fire some coal I found
• 4:03
  Speaker 1: it was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher.
• 4:05
  Speaker 2: The flames just sword, and the furnace roared such a
• 4:08
  Speaker 2: blazier seldom see. And I burrowed a hole in the
• 4:12
  Speaker 2: glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam Magee, and.
• 4:19
  Speaker 1: I made a hike. Or didn't like to hear him
• 4:21
  Speaker 1: sizzle so and the heaven scowled, and the huskies howled,
• 4:25
  Speaker 1: and the wind began to blow. It was icy cold.
• 4:28
  Speaker 1: The hot sweat rolled down my cheeks and I don't
• 4:31
  Speaker 1: know why. And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak
• 4:34
  Speaker 1: went shreaking down the sky. I do not know how long.
• 4:39
  Speaker 1: In the snow, I wrestled with grizzly fear, but the
• 4:42
  Speaker 1: stars came out and they danced about her again. I
• 4:45
  Speaker 1: ventured near. I was sick with dread, but I bravely said,
• 4:50
  Speaker 1: I'll just take a peep inside. I guess he's cooked.
• 4:55
  Speaker 1: It's time. I looked then the door. I opened one,
• 5:03
  Speaker 1: and there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the
• 5:08
  Speaker 1: heart of the furnace. Roar, and he wore a smile
• 5:11
  Speaker 1: you could see a mile And he said, please close
• 5:14
  Speaker 1: that door. It's fine in here, but I greatly fear
• 5:18
  Speaker 1: you'll let in the cold and storm. Since I left
• 5:22
  Speaker 1: plum Tree down in Tennessee. It's the first time I've
• 5:25
  Speaker 1: been warm. The strange things done at the midnight sun
• 5:30
  Speaker 1: by the men who moil for gold, the Arctic trails
• 5:33
  Speaker 1: of the secret tales, It would make your blood run cold.
• 5:38
  Speaker 1: The Northern lights have seen queer sights. The queerest I
• 5:42
  Speaker 1: ever did see was that night on the march of
• 5:46
  Speaker 1: Lake Lebarge, I cremated Sam Macguee, end a poem. This
• 5:54
  Speaker 1: recording is placed in the public domain.
• 6:02
  Speaker 3: The Cremation of Sam Magee by Robert W. Servis read
• 6:06
  Speaker 3: for LibriVox dot org by Coleman. There are strange things
• 6:11
  Speaker 3: done in the midnight sun by the men who moil
• 6:14
  Speaker 3: for gold. The Arctic trails have their secret tails that
• 6:18
  Speaker 3: would make your blood run cold. The Northern lights have
• 6:21
  Speaker 3: seen queer sights, But the queerest they ever did see
• 6:25
  Speaker 3: was that night on the marge of Lake Labarge, I
• 6:28
  Speaker 3: cremated Sam Magee. Now Sam Magee was from Tennessee, where
• 6:33
  Speaker 3: the cotton blooms and blows. Why he left his home
• 6:36
  Speaker 3: in the south to roam round the pole, God only knows.
• 6:40
  Speaker 3: He was always cold, but the land of Gold seemed
• 6:43
  Speaker 3: to hold him like a spell, though we'd often say
• 6:46
  Speaker 3: in his homely way that he'd sooner live in hail.
• 6:49
  Speaker 3: On Christmas Day we were mush in our way over
• 6:51
  Speaker 3: the Dawson Trail. Talk of your cold through the park
• 6:54
  Speaker 3: is fold. It stabbed like a driven nail. If our
• 6:57
  Speaker 3: eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we
• 7:00
  Speaker 3: couldn't see. It wasn't much fun, But the only one
• 7:03
  Speaker 3: to whimper was Sam macg ghee. And that very night,
• 7:08
  Speaker 3: as we lay perched tight in our robes beneath the snow,
• 7:11
  Speaker 3: and the dogs were fed and the stars or head
• 7:13
  Speaker 3: were dancin, heeled a toe. He turned to me and
• 7:16
  Speaker 3: Cap says, he I'll cash in this trip, I guess,
• 7:19
  Speaker 3: and if I do, I'm asking that you don't refuse
• 7:23
  Speaker 3: my last request. Well, he seems so low that I
• 7:27
  Speaker 3: couldn't say no. Then he says, with a sort of moan,
• 7:30
  Speaker 3: it's the cursed cold, and it's got right hold till
• 7:33
  Speaker 3: I'm chilled clean through the bone. Yet tain't beIN dead.
• 7:37
  Speaker 3: It's my awful dread of that icy grave that pains.
• 7:41
  Speaker 3: So I want you to swear that fair or foul,
• 7:44
  Speaker 3: you'll cremate my last remains. A POW's last need is
• 7:48
  Speaker 3: a thing to heed, So I swore I would not fail.
• 7:52
  Speaker 3: We started on at the streak of dawn. But God,
• 7:56
  Speaker 3: he looked ghastly pale. He crouched on the sleigh, and
• 7:59
  Speaker 3: he raved all day of his home in Tennessee, And
• 8:02
  Speaker 3: before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of
• 8:05
  Speaker 3: Sam mc gee. There wasn't a breath in that land
• 8:09
  Speaker 3: of death. And I hurried horror, driven with the corpse,
• 8:12
  Speaker 3: half hid that I couldn't rid cause of a promise
• 8:15
  Speaker 3: given was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say,
• 8:19
  Speaker 3: you may tax your brawn and brains, but your promise true,
• 8:23
  Speaker 3: and it's up to you to cremate those last remains. Now,
• 8:27
  Speaker 3: a promise made is a debt unpaid. In the trail
• 8:30
  Speaker 3: has its own stern code in the days to come.
• 8:33
  Speaker 3: Though my lips were dumb in my heart, how I
• 8:36
  Speaker 3: cursed that load in the long long night, by the
• 8:39
  Speaker 3: lone fire light, while the huskies round in a ring
• 8:42
  Speaker 3: howled out their woes to the homeless snows. Oh God,
• 8:46
  Speaker 3: how I loathed that thing. Every day that quiet clay
• 8:52
  Speaker 3: seemed too heavy and heavier grow, and on I went
• 8:55
  Speaker 3: through that though the dogs were spent and the grub
• 8:58
  Speaker 3: was getting low. The trail was bad, and I felt
• 9:01
  Speaker 3: half mad, but I swore I would not give in.
• 9:03
  Speaker 3: And I often sing to that hateful thing, and it
• 9:07
  Speaker 3: hearkened with a grin till I came to the marge
• 9:10
  Speaker 3: of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay was jammed
• 9:14
  Speaker 3: in the ice. But I saw in a trice. It
• 9:17
  Speaker 3: was called the alice May. And I looked at it,
• 9:21
  Speaker 3: and I thought a bit, and I looked at my
• 9:24
  Speaker 3: frozen chum. Then here, said I, with a sudden cry,
• 9:29
  Speaker 3: is my crematorium. Some planks I tore from the cabin floor,
• 9:33
  Speaker 3: and I lit the boiler fire some coal I found
• 9:36
  Speaker 3: that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher.
• 9:38
  Speaker 3: The flames just soared, and the furnace roared such a
• 9:41
  Speaker 3: blaze you seldom see. And I burrowed a hole in
• 9:44
  Speaker 3: the glowing coal, and I stuffed in sam macgee. Then
• 9:49
  Speaker 3: I made a hike, for I don't like to hear
• 9:51
  Speaker 3: him sizzle so and Heaven scowled, and the huskies howled.
• 9:55
  Speaker 3: In the wind began to blow. Was icy cold, but
• 9:59
  Speaker 3: the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks and I don't
• 10:02
  Speaker 3: know why, And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak
• 10:05
  Speaker 3: went streaking down the sky. I do not know how
• 10:10
  Speaker 3: long in the snow, I wrestled with grisly fear. But
• 10:14
  Speaker 3: the stars came out and they danced about ere again.
• 10:17
  Speaker 3: I ventured near. I was sick with dread, but I
• 10:21
  Speaker 3: bravely said, I'll just take a peep inside. I guess
• 10:27
  Speaker 3: he's cooked and it's time.
• 10:28
  Speaker 4: I looked.
• 10:29
  Speaker 3: Then the door I opened wide. There sat Sam, looking
• 10:33
  Speaker 3: cool and calm in the heart of the furnace roar,
• 10:37
  Speaker 3: and he wore a smile you could see a mile
• 10:39
  Speaker 3: And he said, please close that door. It's fine in here,
• 10:43
  Speaker 3: but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm.
• 10:46
  Speaker 3: Since I left Plum Tree down in Tennessee, this is
• 10:49
  Speaker 3: the first time I've been warm. There are strange things
• 10:53
  Speaker 3: done in the midnight sun by the men who moil
• 10:56
  Speaker 3: for gold. The Arctic trails have their secret tails that
• 11:00
  Speaker 3: would make your blood run cold. The northern lights have
• 11:03
  Speaker 3: seen queer sights, But the queerest they ever did see
• 11:07
  Speaker 3: was the night on the marge of Lake Lebarge, I
• 11:10
  Speaker 3: cremated Sam Macgee. End of poem. This recording is in
• 11:16
  Speaker 3: the public domain.
• 11:27
  Speaker 5: The Cremation of Sam Macgee by Robert W. Servis read
• 11:31
  Speaker 5: for LibriVox dot Org by Katigibbiney, Arkansas, November two thousand seven.
• 11:39
  Speaker 5: There are strange things done in the midnight sun by
• 11:42
  Speaker 5: the men who moil for gold. The Arctic trails have
• 11:45
  Speaker 5: their secret tales that would make your blood run cold.
• 11:49
  Speaker 5: The Northern lights have seen queer sights, But the queerest
• 11:52
  Speaker 5: they ever did see was that night on the marge
• 11:55
  Speaker 5: of Lake Lebarge, I cremated Sam Macgee. Now Samgee was
• 12:00
  Speaker 5: from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows. Why he
• 12:04
  Speaker 5: left his home in the South to roam round the pole,
• 12:07
  Speaker 5: God only knows. He was always cold, but the land
• 12:11
  Speaker 5: of Gold seemed to hold him like a spell, though
• 12:14
  Speaker 5: he'd often say in his homely way that he'd sooner
• 12:17
  Speaker 5: live in hell. On a Christmas Day, we were mushing
• 12:20
  Speaker 5: our way over the Dawson Trail. Talk of your cold
• 12:24
  Speaker 5: through the park is fold. It stabbed like a driven nail.
• 12:28
  Speaker 5: If our eyes we'd closed, then the lash is froze
• 12:31
  Speaker 5: till sometimes we couldn't see. It wasn't much fun, but
• 12:34
  Speaker 5: the only one to whimper was Sam macg gee. And
• 12:38
  Speaker 5: that very night, as we lay packed tight in our
• 12:41
  Speaker 5: robes beneath the snow, and the dogs were fed, and
• 12:44
  Speaker 5: the stars or head were dancing heel and toe, he
• 12:48
  Speaker 5: turned to me and Cap says, he I'll cash in
• 12:51
  Speaker 5: this trip, I guess, and if I do, I'm asking
• 12:54
  Speaker 5: that you won't refuse my last request. Well, he seemed
• 12:58
  Speaker 5: so low that I couldn't say know. Then he says,
• 13:01
  Speaker 5: with a sort of moan, it's the cursed cold, and
• 13:04
  Speaker 5: it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean through to
• 13:07
  Speaker 5: the bone, yet tain't being dead. It's my awful dread
• 13:11
  Speaker 5: of the icy grave that pains. So I want you
• 13:14
  Speaker 5: to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains.
• 13:19
  Speaker 5: A pal's last need is a thing to heed. So
• 13:22
  Speaker 5: I swore I would not fail. And we started on
• 13:25
  Speaker 5: at the streak of dawn. But God, he looked ghastly pale.
• 13:29
  Speaker 5: He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day
• 13:32
  Speaker 5: of his home in Tennessee, and before nightfall a corpse
• 13:36
  Speaker 5: was all that was left of Sam mc gee. There
• 13:40
  Speaker 5: wasn't a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror,
• 13:43
  Speaker 5: driven with a corpse, half hid that I couldn't get
• 13:46
  Speaker 5: rid because of a promise given. It was lashed to
• 13:50
  Speaker 5: the sleigh, and it seemed to say, you may tax
• 13:53
  Speaker 5: your brawn and brains, but you promise true, and it's
• 13:56
  Speaker 5: up to you to cremate those last remains. Now, a
• 14:00
  Speaker 5: promise maid is a debt unpaid, and the trail has
• 14:03
  Speaker 5: its own stern code. In the days to come, though
• 14:06
  Speaker 5: my lips were dumb in my heart, how I cursed
• 14:09
  Speaker 5: that load in the long long night by the lone
• 14:13
  Speaker 5: fire light, while the huskies round in a ring howled
• 14:17
  Speaker 5: out their woes to the homeless snows. Oh God, how
• 14:20
  Speaker 5: I loathe the thing. And every day that quiet clay
• 14:24
  Speaker 5: seemed to heavy and heavier grow, and on I went,
• 14:28
  Speaker 5: though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low.
• 14:32
  Speaker 5: The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but
• 14:35
  Speaker 5: I swore I would not give in, and I'd often
• 14:38
  Speaker 5: sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a
• 14:40
  Speaker 5: grin till I came to the marge of Lake Labarge,
• 14:44
  Speaker 5: and a derelict there lay. It was jammed in the ice.
• 14:47
  Speaker 5: But I saw in a trice it was called the
• 14:49
  Speaker 5: alice May. And I looked at it, and I thought
• 14:52
  Speaker 5: a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum. Then
• 14:56
  Speaker 5: here said I, with a sudden cry, is my crematory.
• 15:01
  Speaker 5: Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I
• 15:04
  Speaker 5: lit the boiler fire. Some coal I found that was
• 15:07
  Speaker 5: lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher. The flames
• 15:11
  Speaker 5: just soared, and the furnace roared, such a blaze you
• 15:14
  Speaker 5: seldom see. And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal,
• 15:18
  Speaker 5: and I stuffed in sam macgee. Then I made a hike,
• 15:22
  Speaker 5: for I didn't like to hear him sizzle. So and
• 15:26
  Speaker 5: the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind
• 15:29
  Speaker 5: began to blow. It was icy cold, but the hot
• 15:32
  Speaker 5: sweat rolled down my cheeks and I don't know why,
• 15:37
  Speaker 5: And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking
• 15:40
  Speaker 5: down the sky. I do not know how long in
• 15:44
  Speaker 5: the snow I wrestled with grizzly fear. But the stars
• 15:48
  Speaker 5: came out and they danced about ere again. I ventured near.
• 15:52
  Speaker 5: I was sick with dread, but I bravely said, I'll
• 15:55
  Speaker 5: just take a peep inside. I guess he's cooked and
• 15:59
  Speaker 5: it's time. I looked. Then the door I opened wide,
• 16:03
  Speaker 5: and there sat Sam, looking cool and calm in the
• 16:06
  Speaker 5: heart of the furnace, roar, and he wore a smile.
• 16:10
  Speaker 5: You could see a mile and he said, please close
• 16:13
  Speaker 5: that door. It's fine in here, but I greatly fear
• 16:17
  Speaker 5: you'll let in the cold and storm. Since I left
• 16:20
  Speaker 5: Plum Tree down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've
• 16:23
  Speaker 5: been warm. There are strange things done in the midnight
• 16:27
  Speaker 5: sun by the men who moil for gold. The Arctic
• 16:31
  Speaker 5: trails have their secret tales that would make your blood
• 16:33
  Speaker 5: run cold. The Northern lights have seen queer sights, but
• 16:37
  Speaker 5: the queerest they ever did see was that night on
• 16:41
  Speaker 5: the March of Lake Lebarge. I cremated Sam McGee and
• 16:46
  Speaker 5: if poem this recording is in the public domain.
• 16:53
  Speaker 6: The Cremation of Sam Magee by Robert W. Servis readfilibrivox
• 16:58
  Speaker 6: dot org by Chris and Hues. There are strange things
• 17:04
  Speaker 6: done in the midnight sun by the men who moil
• 17:07
  Speaker 6: for gold. The Arctic trails have their secret tales that
• 17:12
  Speaker 6: would make your blood run cold. The Northern lights have
• 17:16
  Speaker 6: seen queer sights, but the queerest they ever did see
• 17:22
  Speaker 6: was that night on the marge of Lake Labarge, I
• 17:26
  Speaker 6: cremated Sam Magee, now Saint Magee was from Tennessee, where
• 17:31
  Speaker 6: the cotton blooms and blows. Why he left his home
• 17:35
  Speaker 6: in the south to roam round the pole, God only knows.
• 17:38
  Speaker 6: He was always cold, but the land of Gold seemed
• 17:42
  Speaker 6: to hold him like a spell, though he'd often say
• 17:45
  Speaker 6: in his homely way that he'd sooner live in hell.
• 17:50
  Speaker 6: On a Christmas Day, we were mushing our way over
• 17:53
  Speaker 6: the Dawson Trail, talk of your cold through the parker's fold.
• 17:57
  Speaker 6: It stabbed like a driven nail. If our eyes we closed,
• 18:02
  Speaker 6: then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn't see. It
• 18:06
  Speaker 6: wasn't much fun, but the only one to whimper was
• 18:09
  Speaker 6: Sam Magee. And that very night, as we laid packed
• 18:13
  Speaker 6: tight in our robes beneath the snow, and the dogs
• 18:17
  Speaker 6: were fed, and the stars o'er head were dancing heel
• 18:20
  Speaker 6: and toe, he turned to me and cap says, he
• 18:25
  Speaker 6: I'll cash in this trip. I guess an if I do,
• 18:28
  Speaker 6: I'm askin that you won't refuse my last request. Well,
• 18:33
  Speaker 6: he seemed so low that I couldn't say no. Then
• 18:36
  Speaker 6: he says, with a sort of moan, it's the cursed
• 18:40
  Speaker 6: cold an, it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean
• 18:43
  Speaker 6: through to the bone, yet tain't beIN dead. It's my
• 18:47
  Speaker 6: awful dread O the icy grave that pains. So I'll
• 18:51
  Speaker 6: want you to swear that foul affair, you'll cremate my
• 18:55
  Speaker 6: last remains. A pal's last need is a thing to heed.
• 19:00
  Speaker 6: So I swore I would not fail. And we started
• 19:04
  Speaker 6: on at the streak of dawn. But God, he looked ghastly, pale.
• 19:09
  Speaker 6: He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day
• 19:11
  Speaker 6: of his home in Tennessee, And before nightfall a corpse
• 19:17
  Speaker 6: was all that was left of Sam macg gee. There
• 19:20
  Speaker 6: wasn't a breath in that land of death. And I
• 19:23
  Speaker 6: hurried horror, driven with a corpse, half hid that I
• 19:27
  Speaker 6: couldn't get rid because of a promise given. It was
• 19:30
  Speaker 6: lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say, you
• 19:33
  Speaker 6: may tax your brawn and brains, but you promise true,
• 19:37
  Speaker 6: and it's up to you to cremate those last remains. Now,
• 19:42
  Speaker 6: a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail
• 19:45
  Speaker 6: has its own stern code in the days to come.
• 19:48
  Speaker 6: Though my lips were dumb in my heart, how I
• 19:51
  Speaker 6: cursed that load in the long long night by the
• 19:55
  Speaker 6: lone fire light, while the huskies round in a ring
• 20:00
  Speaker 6: held out their woes to the homeless snows. Oh God,
• 20:04
  Speaker 6: how I loathed the thing. And every day that quiet
• 20:08
  Speaker 6: clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow. And on I went,
• 20:13
  Speaker 6: though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low.
• 20:16
  Speaker 6: The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but
• 20:19
  Speaker 6: I swore I would not give in, and I'd often
• 20:23
  Speaker 6: sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a
• 20:26
  Speaker 6: grin till I came to the marge of Lake le Barge,
• 20:30
  Speaker 6: and a derelict there lay. It was jammed in the ice,
• 20:34
  Speaker 6: but I saw in a trice it was called the
• 20:36
  Speaker 6: alice May. And I looked at it, and I thought
• 20:39
  Speaker 6: a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum. Then
• 20:43
  Speaker 6: here said I, with a sudden cry, is my crematorium.
• 20:48
  Speaker 6: Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I
• 20:50
  Speaker 6: lit the boiler fire some coal I found that was
• 20:53
  Speaker 6: lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher. The flames
• 20:58
  Speaker 6: just soared in the furnace, roared such a blaze as
• 21:01
  Speaker 6: you seldom see. And I burrowed a hole in the
• 21:04
  Speaker 6: glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam macgee. Then I
• 21:09
  Speaker 6: made a hike, for I didn't like to hear him sizzle.
• 21:12
  Speaker 6: So and the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and
• 21:16
  Speaker 6: the wind began to blow. It was icy cold, but
• 21:20
  Speaker 6: the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks and I don't
• 21:23
  Speaker 6: know why, and the greasy smoke in an inky cloak
• 21:27
  Speaker 6: went streaking down the sky. I do not know how long.
• 21:31
  Speaker 6: In the snow, I wrestled with grisly fear, But the
• 21:35
  Speaker 6: stars came out and they danced about ere again. I
• 21:38
  Speaker 6: ventured near. I was sick with dread, but I bravely said,
• 21:43
  Speaker 6: I'll just take a peep inside. I guess he's cooked
• 21:47
  Speaker 6: and it's time. I looked. Then the door I opened wide,
• 21:52
  Speaker 6: and there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the
• 21:56
  Speaker 6: heart of the furnace, roar, and he wore a small
• 22:00
  Speaker 6: you could see a mile, and he said, please close
• 22:04
  Speaker 6: that door. It's fine in here. But I greatly fear
• 22:07
  Speaker 6: you'll let in the cold and storm. Since I left
• 22:10
  Speaker 6: Plum Tree down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've
• 22:14
  Speaker 6: been warm. There are strange things done in the midnight
• 22:20
  Speaker 6: sun by the men who moil for gold. The Arctic
• 22:24
  Speaker 6: trails have their secret tales that would make your blood
• 22:27
  Speaker 6: run cold. The Northern lights have seen queer sights, but
• 22:33
  Speaker 6: the queerest they ever did see was that night on
• 22:37
  Speaker 6: the marge of Lake Lebarge, I cremated Sam McGee. End
• 22:45
  Speaker 6: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 22:57
  Speaker 7: The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert W. Servis read
• 23:02
  Speaker 7: for LibriVox dot Org by Leanne Howlett. There are strange
• 23:08
  Speaker 7: things done in the midnight sun by the men who
• 23:10
  Speaker 7: moil for gold. The Arctic trails have their secret tales
• 23:15
  Speaker 7: that would make your blood run cold. The Northern lights
• 23:18
  Speaker 7: have seen queer sights, but the queerest they ever did
• 23:21
  Speaker 7: see was that night on the marge of Lake Labarge,
• 23:25
  Speaker 7: I cremated Sam macgee. Now Sam Magee was from Tennessee,
• 23:30
  Speaker 7: where the cotton blooms and blows. Why he left his
• 23:33
  Speaker 7: home in the south to roam round the pole, God
• 23:36
  Speaker 7: only knows. He was always cold but the land of
• 23:40
  Speaker 7: Gold seemed to hold him like a spell, though he'd
• 23:43
  Speaker 7: often say in his homely way that he'd sooner live
• 23:46
  Speaker 7: in hell. On a Christmas Day, we were mushing our
• 23:50
  Speaker 7: way over the Dawson Trail, talk of your cold through
• 23:54
  Speaker 7: the parks fold. It stabbed like a driven nail. If
• 23:58
  Speaker 7: our eyes we'd close, then the last froze till sometimes
• 24:01
  Speaker 7: we couldn't see. It wasn't much fun, But the only
• 24:05
  Speaker 7: one to whimper was Sam McGee. And that very night,
• 24:09
  Speaker 7: as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,
• 24:13
  Speaker 7: and the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead were
• 24:15
  Speaker 7: dancing heel and toe, he turned to me and Cap
• 24:20
  Speaker 7: says he I'll cash in this trip, I guess, and
• 24:23
  Speaker 7: if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my
• 24:26
  Speaker 7: last request. Well, he seems so low that I couldn't
• 24:31
  Speaker 7: say no. Then he says, with a sort of moan,
• 24:34
  Speaker 7: it's the cursed cold, and it's got right hold till
• 24:37
  Speaker 7: I'm chilled clean through to the bone, yet tain't being dead.
• 24:42
  Speaker 7: It's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains.
• 24:45
  Speaker 8: So I want you to.
• 24:46
  Speaker 7: Swear that foul or fair you'll cremate my last remains.
• 24:51
  Speaker 7: A pal's last kneed's a thing to heed. So I
• 24:54
  Speaker 7: swore I would not fail. And we started on at
• 24:57
  Speaker 7: the streak of dawn. But God, he looked ghastly, pale.
• 25:01
  Speaker 7: He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day
• 25:03
  Speaker 7: of his home in Tennessee, And before nightfall a corpse
• 25:08
  Speaker 7: was all that was left of sam Magee. There wasn't
• 25:12
  Speaker 7: a breath in that land of death. And I hurried, horror,
• 25:15
  Speaker 7: driven with a corpse, half hid that I couldn't get
• 25:18
  Speaker 7: rid because of a promise given. It was lash to
• 25:21
  Speaker 7: the sleigh, and it seemed to say, you may tax
• 25:24
  Speaker 7: your brawn and brains, but you promised true, and it's
• 25:27
  Speaker 7: up to you to cremate those last remains. Now, a
• 25:32
  Speaker 7: promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has
• 25:35
  Speaker 7: its own stern code. In the days to come, though,
• 25:38
  Speaker 7: my lips were dumb, and my heart, how I cursed
• 25:41
  Speaker 7: that load in the long, long night by the lone firelight,
• 25:46
  Speaker 7: while the huskies round in a ring held out their
• 25:49
  Speaker 7: woes to the homeless snows. O, God, how I loathe
• 25:53
  Speaker 7: the thing. And every day that quiet clay seemed to
• 25:57
  Speaker 7: heavy and heavier grow. And on I went, though the
• 26:01
  Speaker 7: dogs were spent and the grub was getting low. The
• 26:04
  Speaker 7: trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I
• 26:07
  Speaker 7: swore I would not give in, and I'd often sing
• 26:11
  Speaker 7: to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin
• 26:15
  Speaker 7: till I came to the marge of Lake Labarge, and
• 26:18
  Speaker 7: a derelict there lay. It was jammed in the ice,
• 26:21
  Speaker 7: but I saw in a trice it was called the
• 26:24
  Speaker 7: alice May. And I looked at it, and I thought
• 26:27
  Speaker 7: a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum. Then here,
• 26:31
  Speaker 7: said I, with a sudden cry, is my crematorium. Some
• 26:36
  Speaker 7: planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit
• 26:38
  Speaker 7: the boiler fire some coal I found that was lying around,
• 26:42
  Speaker 7: and I heaped the fuel higher. The flames just soared,
• 26:46
  Speaker 7: and the furnace roared, such a blaze you seldom see.
• 26:50
  Speaker 7: And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and
• 26:53
  Speaker 7: I stuffed in Sam mc gee. Then I made a hike,
• 26:57
  Speaker 7: for I didn't like to hear him sizzle. So and
• 27:00
  Speaker 7: the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind
• 27:02
  Speaker 7: began to blow. It was icy cold, but the hot
• 27:06
  Speaker 7: sweat rolled down my cheeks and I don't know why,
• 27:10
  Speaker 7: and the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking
• 27:13
  Speaker 7: down the sky. I do not know how long in
• 27:17
  Speaker 7: the snow, I wrestled with grizzly fear, but the stars
• 27:20
  Speaker 7: came out and they danced about ere again. I ventured near.
• 27:24
  Speaker 7: I was sick with dread, but I bravely said, I'll
• 27:28
  Speaker 7: just take a peep inside. I guess he's cooked and
• 27:31
  Speaker 7: it's time. I looked. Then the door I opened wide,
• 27:35
  Speaker 7: and there sat Sam, looking cool and calm in the
• 27:38
  Speaker 7: heart of the furnace roar, and he wore a smile
• 27:41
  Speaker 7: you could see a mile and he said, please close
• 27:44
  Speaker 7: that door. It's fine in here, but I greatly fear
• 27:48
  Speaker 7: you'll let in the cold and storm. Since I left
• 27:51
  Speaker 7: Plum Tree down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've
• 27:55
  Speaker 7: been warm. There are strange things done in the midnight
• 27:59
  Speaker 7: sun by the men who moil for gold. The Arctic
• 28:03
  Speaker 7: trails have their secret tales that would make your blood
• 28:05
  Speaker 7: run cold. The Northern lights have seen queer sights, but
• 28:09
  Speaker 7: the queerest they ever did see was that night on
• 28:12
  Speaker 7: the marge of Lake Lebarge. I cremated Sam Magee. End
• 28:19
  Speaker 7: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 28:29
  Speaker 8: The Cremation of Sam Macgee by Robert W. Servis read
• 28:34
  Speaker 8: forlibribox dot org by mL Cohen www dot Mojo moufour
• 28:40
  Speaker 8: one one dot com, Cleveland, Ohio, November two thousand and seven.
• 28:48
  Speaker 8: There are strange things done in the midnight sun by
• 28:52
  Speaker 8: the men who moil for gold. The Arctic trails have
• 28:57
  Speaker 8: their secret tales that would make your blood run cold.
• 29:01
  Speaker 8: The Northern lights have seen queer sights. But the queerest
• 29:05
  Speaker 8: day ever did see was that night on the march
• 29:08
  Speaker 8: of Lake Lebarge, I cremated Sam Magee. Now sam Magee
• 29:15
  Speaker 8: was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows. Why
• 29:19
  Speaker 8: he left his home in the south throam round the pole,
• 29:21
  Speaker 8: God only knows. He was always cold, but the land
• 29:26
  Speaker 8: of Gold seemed to hold him like a spell, though
• 29:29
  Speaker 8: he'd often say in his homely way that he'd sooner
• 29:32
  Speaker 8: live in Hell. On a Christmas Day, we were mushing
• 29:36
  Speaker 8: our way over the Dawson Trail, talk of your cold
• 29:41
  Speaker 8: through the parkas fold it stabbed like the driven nail.
• 29:45
  Speaker 8: If our eyes we'd closed, and a lashes froze till
• 29:48
  Speaker 8: sometimes we couldn't see. It wasn't much fun, But the
• 29:52
  Speaker 8: only one to whimper was Sam Magee. And that very night,
• 29:57
  Speaker 8: as we lay packed tight and our roads the snow
• 30:01
  Speaker 8: and the dogs were fed, and the stars or a
• 30:03
  Speaker 8: head were dancing heel and toe, he turned to me
• 30:05
  Speaker 8: and cap he said, I'll cash in this trip, I guess,
• 30:10
  Speaker 8: and if I do, I'm asking you won't refuse my
• 30:13
  Speaker 8: last request. Well, he seems so low that I couldn't
• 30:19
  Speaker 8: say no. Then he says, with a sort of moan,
• 30:23
  Speaker 8: it's the cursed cold, and it's got right hold till
• 30:26
  Speaker 8: I'm chilled clean through to the bone, yet tain't being dead.
• 30:32
  Speaker 8: It's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains.
• 30:35
  Speaker 8: So I want you to swear that fowl aer fair,
• 30:39
  Speaker 8: you'll cremate my last remains. A pal's last need is
• 30:45
  Speaker 8: a thing to heed. So I swore I would not fail.
• 30:49
  Speaker 8: And we started on at the streak of dawn. But God,
• 30:51
  Speaker 8: he looked ghastly pale. He crouched on the sleigh and
• 30:55
  Speaker 8: he raved all day of his home in Tennessee, and
• 30:58
  Speaker 8: before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of
• 31:01
  Speaker 8: Sam magee. There wasn't a breath in that land of death,
• 31:07
  Speaker 8: and I hurried, horror, driven with a corpse, half hid
• 31:11
  Speaker 8: that I couldn't get rid because of a promise given.
• 31:15
  Speaker 8: It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say,
• 31:18
  Speaker 8: you may tax your brawnen brains, but you promised true,
• 31:21
  Speaker 8: and it's up to you to cremate these last remains. Now,
• 31:27
  Speaker 8: a promise maid is a debt unpaid, and the trail
• 31:29
  Speaker 8: has its own stern code and the days to come.
• 31:33
  Speaker 8: Though my lips were dumb in my heart, how I
• 31:36
  Speaker 8: cursed that load in the long long night by the
• 31:41
  Speaker 8: lone firelight, while the huskies round in a ring howled
• 31:44
  Speaker 8: out their woes to the homeless snows. Oh God, how
• 31:48
  Speaker 8: I load that thing. And every day that quiet clay
• 31:53
  Speaker 8: seemed a heavier and heavier grow. And on I went,
• 31:57
  Speaker 8: though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low.
• 32:01
  Speaker 8: The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but
• 32:04
  Speaker 8: I swore I would not give in, and I'd often
• 32:07
  Speaker 8: sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with the
• 32:10
  Speaker 8: grin till I came to the march of Lake Lebarge,
• 32:16
  Speaker 8: and a derelict there lay it was jammed in the ice.
• 32:19
  Speaker 8: But I saw on the trice it was called the
• 32:21
  Speaker 8: alice May, and I looked at it, and I thought
• 32:24
  Speaker 8: a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum. Then
• 32:27
  Speaker 8: here I said, with a sudden cry, is my cream
• 32:31
  Speaker 8: a tor we um? Some planks I tore from the
• 32:37
  Speaker 8: cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire some coal
• 32:40
  Speaker 8: I found that was lying around, and I heaped the
• 32:42
  Speaker 8: fuel higher. The flames just soared, and the furnace roar.
• 32:46
  Speaker 8: It's such a blaze you seldom see. And I burrowed
• 32:50
  Speaker 8: a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in
• 32:53
  Speaker 8: sam macgee. Then I made a hike, for I didn't
• 32:58
  Speaker 8: like to hear him sizzle. So and the heavens scowled,
• 33:01
  Speaker 8: and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow.
• 33:06
  Speaker 8: It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down
• 33:09
  Speaker 8: my cheeks and I don't know why, and the greasy smoke,
• 33:12
  Speaker 8: an inky cloak, went streaking down the sky. I do
• 33:18
  Speaker 8: not know how long in the snow I wrestled with
• 33:20
  Speaker 8: grisly fear. But the stars came out and it danced
• 33:24
  Speaker 8: about ere again. I ventured near. I was sick with dread,
• 33:28
  Speaker 8: but I bravely said, I'll just take a peep inside.
• 33:31
  Speaker 8: I guess he's cooked and it's time. I looked. Then
• 33:34
  Speaker 8: the door I opened wide, and there sat Sam, looking
• 33:41
  Speaker 8: cool and calm in the heart of the furnace. Roar,
• 33:45
  Speaker 8: and he wore a smile. You could see a mile
• 33:47
  Speaker 8: and he said, please close that door. It's fine in here,
• 33:51
  Speaker 8: but I greatly fear you'll let into cold and storm.
• 33:54
  Speaker 8: Since I left Plum Tree down in Tennessee, it's the
• 33:57
  Speaker 8: first time I've been warm. There are strange things done
• 34:04
  Speaker 8: in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold.
• 34:08
  Speaker 8: The Arctic trails have their secret tails that would make
• 34:10
  Speaker 8: your blood run cold. The Northern lights have seen queer sights,
• 34:15
  Speaker 8: but the queerest they ever did see was that night
• 34:18
  Speaker 8: on the marge of Lake Lebarge. I cremated Sam McGhee
• 34:25
  Speaker 8: end a poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 34:36
  Speaker 4: The Cremation of Sam Magee by Robert W. Servis read
• 34:43
  Speaker 4: for LibriVox dot Org by R. S. Steinberg. There are
• 34:49
  Speaker 4: strange things done in the midnight sun by the men
• 34:52
  Speaker 4: who moil for gold. The Arctic trails have their secret
• 34:56
  Speaker 4: tails that would make your blood run cold than lights
• 35:00
  Speaker 4: have seen queer sights, But the queerest they ever did
• 35:04
  Speaker 4: see was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge,
• 35:08
  Speaker 4: I cremated Sam macg gee. Now Sam macgee was from Tennessee,
• 35:14
  Speaker 4: where the cotton blooms and blows. Why he left his
• 35:18
  Speaker 4: home in the south to roam round the pole, God
• 35:21
  Speaker 4: only knows. He was always cold, but the land of
• 35:25
  Speaker 4: Gold seemed to hold him like a spell, though he'd
• 35:28
  Speaker 4: often say in his homely way that he'd sooner live
• 35:31
  Speaker 4: in hell. On a Christmas Day, we were mushing our
• 35:35
  Speaker 4: way over the Dawson Trail, talk of your cold through
• 35:40
  Speaker 4: the park as fold its stabbed like a driven nail.
• 35:45
  Speaker 4: If our eyes we'd closed, and the lashes froze till
• 35:48
  Speaker 4: sometimes we couldn't see. It wasn't much fun, but the
• 35:52
  Speaker 4: only one to whimper was Sam mc gee. And that
• 35:56
  Speaker 4: very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes
• 35:59
  Speaker 4: beneath the snow, o and the dogs were fed, and
• 36:02
  Speaker 4: the stars or head were dancing heel and toe, he
• 36:06
  Speaker 4: turned to me and cap says, he I'll cash in
• 36:10
  Speaker 4: in this trip, I guess an if I do, I'm
• 36:13
  Speaker 4: asking that you won't refuse my last request. Well, he
• 36:18
  Speaker 4: seemed so low that I couldn't say no. Then he says,
• 36:22
  Speaker 4: with a sort of moan, it's the cursin cold, and
• 36:26
  Speaker 4: it got right hold till I'm chilled clean through to
• 36:29
  Speaker 4: the bone. Yet tain't beIN dead. It's my awful dread
• 36:34
  Speaker 4: of the icy grave that pains. So I want you
• 36:38
  Speaker 4: to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains.
• 36:45
  Speaker 4: A pal's last need is a thing to heed. So
• 36:48
  Speaker 4: I swore I would not fail. And we started on
• 36:51
  Speaker 4: at the streak of dawn. But God, he looked ghastly pale.
• 36:56
  Speaker 4: He crouched on the sleigh and he raved all day
• 36:59
  Speaker 4: of his home in Tennessee, and before nightfall a corpse
• 37:04
  Speaker 4: was all that was left of Sam mac Gee. There
• 37:08
  Speaker 4: wasn't a breath in that land of death. And I
• 37:11
  Speaker 4: hurried horror, driven with a corpse, half hid that I
• 37:15
  Speaker 4: couldn't get rid because of a promise given. It was
• 37:19
  Speaker 4: lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say, you
• 37:23
  Speaker 4: may tax your brawnen brains, but you promised true, and
• 37:27
  Speaker 4: it's up to you to cremate those last remains. Now,
• 37:31
  Speaker 4: a promise made is a debt unpaid. And the trail
• 37:35
  Speaker 4: has its own stern code. In the days to come,
• 37:39
  Speaker 4: though my lips were dumb in my heart, how I
• 37:43
  Speaker 4: cursed that load in the long long night by the
• 37:47
  Speaker 4: lone fire light, while the huskies round in a ring
• 37:51
  Speaker 4: howled out their woes to the homeless snows. Oh God,
• 37:55
  Speaker 4: how I loathe that thing. And every day that quiet
• 38:00
  Speaker 4: clays seemed to heavy and heavier grow, And on I went,
• 38:04
  Speaker 4: though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low.
• 38:08
  Speaker 4: The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but
• 38:11
  Speaker 4: I swore I would not give in, and I'd often
• 38:15
  Speaker 4: sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a
• 38:18
  Speaker 4: grin till I came to the marge of Lake Labarge,
• 38:23
  Speaker 4: and a derelict there lay. It was jammed in the ice,
• 38:27
  Speaker 4: but I saw in a trice it was called the
• 38:29
  Speaker 4: alice May. And I looked at it, and I thought
• 38:33
  Speaker 4: a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum. Then here,
• 38:38
  Speaker 4: said I, with a sudden cry, is my crematorium. Some
• 38:42
  Speaker 4: planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit
• 38:45
  Speaker 4: the boiler fire some coal I found that was lying around,
• 38:50
  Speaker 4: and I heaped the fuel higher. The flames just soared
• 38:54
  Speaker 4: and the furnace roared, such a blaze you seldom see,
• 38:58
  Speaker 4: and I borrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and
• 39:01
  Speaker 4: I stuffed in Sam mc gee. Then I made a hike,
• 39:06
  Speaker 4: for I didn't like to hear him sizzle. So and
• 39:10
  Speaker 4: the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind
• 39:13
  Speaker 4: began to blow. It was icy cold, but the hot
• 39:17
  Speaker 4: sweat rolled down my cheeks and I don't know why.
• 39:21
  Speaker 4: And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking
• 39:24
  Speaker 4: down the sky. I do not know how long. In
• 39:28
  Speaker 4: the snow I wrestled my grisly fear, but the stars
• 39:33
  Speaker 4: came out and they danced about ere again. I ventured near.
• 39:37
  Speaker 4: I was sick with dread, but I bravely said, I'll
• 39:41
  Speaker 4: just take a peep inside. I guess he's cooked and
• 39:45
  Speaker 4: it's time. I looked. Then the door I opened wide,
• 39:49
  Speaker 4: and there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the
• 39:53
  Speaker 4: heart of the furnace roar, and he wore a smile
• 39:56
  Speaker 4: you could see a mile and he said, please close
• 39:59
  Speaker 4: that or it's fine in here. But I greatly fear
• 40:03
  Speaker 4: you'll let in the cold and storm. Since I left
• 40:07
  Speaker 4: plum Tree down in Tennessee. It's the first time I've
• 40:11
  Speaker 4: been warm. There are strange things done in the midnight
• 40:16
  Speaker 4: sun by the men who moil for gold. The Arctic
• 40:20
  Speaker 4: trails have their secret tales that would make your blood
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  Speaker 4: run cold. The Northern lights have seen queer sights, But
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  Speaker 4: the queerest they ever did see was that night on
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  Speaker 4: the marge of Lake Lebarge, I cremated Sam macgee. End
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  Speaker 4: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.