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DALL 



And we shout as we sing at the wrestling ring, 



Or toss the ball at play. 

 In frolic chase we oft embrace 

 The waist of a giggling maid 

 As she runs on the sand of 



the Arctic strand, 

 Where the ice-bear's 

 bones are laid. 



Oh, we are the Innuit people, 



Content in our northern 



home; 



While the kayak's prow cuts 

 the curling brow 



Of the breaker's snowy foam. 

 The merry Innuit people, 



Of the cold, grey Arctic sea, 

 Where the breaching whale, the aurora pale 



And the snow-white foxes be. 



PORT CLARENCE, ALASKA, 

 July 13, 1899. 



