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Rh All ye icebergs make salaam—

You belong to Uncle Sam!

On the spot where Eugene Sue

Led his wretched Wandering Jew,

Stands a form whose features strike

Russ and Esquimaux alike.

He it is whom Skalds of old

In their Runic rhymes foretold;

Lean of flank and lank of jaw,

See the real Northern Thor!

See the awful Yankee leering

Just across the Straits of Behring;

On the drifted snow, too plain,

Sinks his fresh tobacco stain

Just beside the deep iden-

Tation of his Number 10.

Leaning on his icy hammer

Stands the hero of this drama,

And above the wild duck's clamor,

In his own peculiar grammar,

With its linguistic disguises,

Lo, the Arctic prologue rises: