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Rh 'And make a place for Reuben Paine that knows the fight was fair,

'And leave the two that did the wrong to talk it over there!'

Half-steam ahead by guess and lead, for the sun is mostly veiled—

Through fog to fog, by luck and log, sail ye as Bering sailed;

And if the light shall lift aright to give your landfall plain,

North and by west, from Zapne Crest, ye raise the Crosses Twain.

Fair marks are they to the inner bay, the reckless poacher knows

What time the scarred see-catchie lead their sleek seraglios.

Ever they hear the floe-pack clear, and the blast of the old bull-whale,

And the deep seal-roar that beats off-shore above the loudest gale.

Ever they wait the winter's hate as the thundering boorga calls,

Where northward look they to St. George, and westward to St. Paul's.