HEIR ship flew fast Amid the Arctic snows:
Before the blast, “Ffurrah, for ice!”
Till little Exsie’s nose They cried, “its nice,”
Was red with frost,
And ARTHUR lost

 

    
   
   
  
  
  
   
 
  
 

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All feeling in his toes. _y
They thought it fun gy

To see no sun

ough the north wind blows !

here a seal
vides a meal,
coats, our hats,
A\\ our hose—

With Mister Bear
lis home we share,

Two happy Esquimaux !”