. The second jungle book. We raised our lance when he rose to breathe, We drove it downward—so !And we played him thus, and we killed him thus, Out on the edge of the floe. Our gloves are glued with the frozen blood,Our eyes with the drifting snow ; But we come back to our wives from the edge of the floe ! ANGUTIVUN TINA 173 Au Jana I Ana ! Oha ! Haq ! And the yelping dog-teams go,And the wives can hear their men come hack. Back from the edge of the

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