The Malamute


When the stars from the skies have fallen  And the smoke of the world's cleared away;

When Saint Peter marks "30" in Life's Book  And we meet there on Judgment Day;

When our trials and troubles are ended  And we're wise to the best and the worst;

When the time has arrived that the wise ones  Have told us the last shall be first;

When the men who've made good are rewarded  And the losers are turned loose in Hell;

That's the time that a lot will be learning  The true reason and cause that they fell.

And I wonder when Peter gets busy  As he works out the tenement plan,

And when Heaven's thrown free for location  Will he confine the locations to man?

If he does, my claim's open for jumping  For I can't figure Heaven complete,

If the dim distant trails of the sky land  Are not pattered by malamutes' feet.

Cause I know it would never seem home-like  No matter how golden the strand,

If I lose out that pal-loving feeling  Of a malamute's nose in my hand.

And it's that way with lots of Alaskans  These men of our own last frontier,

Who tear into nature unaided  And who scarce know the meaning of fear.

Who live on lone creeks all alone here  Where the living and dying are hard,

And where oft times their only companion  Is a malamute pup for a pard.

He's a real chum with things coming easy,  He's a pal with things breaking tough,

He's a hell-roaring fighting companion  When somebody starts something rough.

He's a true friend in sorrow and sickness  And he doesn't mind hunger or cold,

And he's really the only one pardner  You can trust when you uncover gold.

He's a guard you can trust at the sluice box,  And he'll watch by your cache thru the night,

And if some cheechako tries to molest it  That cheechako's in for a fight.

As a pardner he's silent, but cheerful  With never a kick 'bout the

And if it wasn't for him in the winter  There never would be any mails.

He pulls on our sleds in the winter  He's first in the rushing

He goes where a horse couldn't travel  And besides that he rustles his feed.

He takes a pack saddle in summer  And follows us off thru the

And when we go short on the grub pile  He shares up whatever he kills.'Twas a malamute first scaled the Chilkoot  At the time of the great Klondike charge;'Twas a malamute first saw Lake Bennett  And left his footprints at La Barge;

They hauled the first mail into Dawson,  That Land of the Old Timer's dream,

And when Wada first drove in from Fairbanks  He was driving a malamute team.

They broke the first trail into Bettles  With no guide save the lone Northern Star;

They freighted next year to Kantishna  And from there to the famed Chandelar.

They know the long trail to Innoko,  Tacotna and Iditarod too,

For there's never a Camp in the Northland  But what these same malamutes knew.

They brought the first sport to the Nome Beach  Where they showed up in action and

That the North dog is game as they make them  And besides that has plenty of speed.

He came home with the bacon from Candle  Like a bat out of Hell, thru the snow,

And the plunger that cashed in his "out tab"  Was his pardner, the Old Sourdough.

So it seems to me kind of unfair now  As we drift toward that permanent

Where the angels are running a dance hall  And a millionaire grades with a tramp;

Where the trails are located on pay dirt  And a grub stake can never expire--Well, if they shut out my dog, they can keep it  And I'll "siwash" it, down by Hell's Fire.

They herald the growth of the Northland  And progress is marked by their trail;

A railroad now goes where they brought out  The Seward-Iditarod mail.

He's first in the growth of Alaska  And without him this land would be lost,

For there's never a stream in this country  That the malamutes' trail has not crossed.

But you can't tell me God would have Heaven  So a man couldn't mix with his friends;

That we're doomed to meet disappointment  When we come to the place the trail ends.

That would be a low-grade sort of Heaven  And I'd never regret a damned

If I mush up to the gates, white and pearly,  And they don't let my malamute in.

Комментарии
Вам нужно войти , чтобы оставить комментарий