THE BROWNIES IN THE POLAR REGIONS.

That neither has a rudder stout
Nor spreading sail to help him out,
But drifts at random to and fro
Whichever way the tide may go,
He ’Il not be anxious to extend
His pleasure-trip, you may depend.”

 

Then heaving up through holes in ice
Would rise the walrus in a trice,

And fill each Brownie’s heart with fear
That happened to be beating near.
Sometimes a bear that thought to make
A landing on a floating cake,

Would start at once a tumult great
And cause the band to emigrate
Without delay to some new place

In hopes to shun his close embrace.
Thus dangers at each step they found
While through that region floating round;
They had good use for ears and eyes
And nimble feet, you may surmise,

But where so many heroes go :

To find a winding-sheet of snow,
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