 | Rudyard Kipling's Verse |  |
Quiquern.
The People of the Eastern Ice, they are melting like the snow—They beg for coffee and sugar; they go where the white men go.
The People of the Western Ice, they learn to steal and fight;
They sell their furs to the trading-post; they sell their souls to the white.
The People of the Southern Ice, they trade with the whaler's crew;
Their women have many ribbons, but their tents are torn and few.
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Their spears are made of the narwhal-horn, and they are the last of the Men!
| Rudyard Kipling's Verse | |