He
left Seattle April first,
Warm in his Klondike suit,
At
Skagway he grew warmer still,
Beholding Yukon “fruit”.
Dyea,
his fingers fairly burned,
His heart was warm to boot;
But
ere, alas, he’d crossed the Pass
He was a chilicoot!
March
2, ‘98
Little
Joker for June, ‘98
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