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And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled,

and the wind began to blow.

It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks,

and I don't know why;

And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking 'cross the sky.

I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear.

But the stars came out and danced about ere again I ventured near.

I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: "I'll just take a peep inside;

I

guess she's cooked, and it's time I looked';;

... then the door I opened wide.

And there sat Samantha, looking cool and calm,

in the heart of the furnace roar;

And she wore a smile you could see a mile,

and she said: "Please close that door.

It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee,

it's the first time I've been warm."

"And now my dear, there's nothing to fear

I'm ready to dance a jig;"

The flames were fanned as she took my hand and we danced midst the burning brig. Through the moonless night in the fiery light

We jigged 'bove the cinders' glow

Came the icy dawn, my partner was gone, Just ashes atop the snow.

There are strange things done in the midnight sun

By the men who moil for gold;

The Arctic trails have their secret tales

That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, But the queerest they ever did see

Was that night on the marge of Lake Labarge I danced with Samantha McGee.

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