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HERE the short-legged Esquimaux

Waddle in the ice and snow,

And the playful polar bear

Nips the hunter unaware;

Where by day they track the ermine,

And by night another vermin—

Segment of the frigid zone,

Where the temperature alone

Warms on St. Elias' cone;

Polar dock, where Nature slips

From the ways her icy ships;

Land of fox, and deer, and sable,

Shore end of our western cable—

Let the news that flying goes

Thrill through all your Arctic floes,