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"To know if between the land and the pole
I may find a broad sea-way."
"I charge you back, SIR JOHN FRANKLIN,
As you would live and thrive;
For between the land and the frozen pole
No man may sail alive."
But lightly laughed the stout Sir John,
And spoke unto his men:
"Half England is wrong, if he is right;
Bear off to westward then."
"O, whither sail you, SIR JOHN FRANKLIN?"
Cried the little Esquimaux.
"Between your land and the polar star
My goodly vessels go."
"Come down, if you would journey there,"
The little Indian said;
"And change your cloth for fur clothing,
Your vessel for a sled."
But lightly laughed the stout Sir John,
And the crew laughed with him, too:--
"A sailor to change from ship to sled,
I ween were something new!"
All through the long, long polar day,
The vessels westward sped;
And wherever the sails of Sir John were blown,
The ice gave way and fled:
Gave way with many a hollow groan,
And with many a surly roar;
But it murmured and threatened on every side,
And closed where he sailed before.


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