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ESQUIMAUX INCANTATION.
By the bones of the dead
That whirl in the blast,
When the white bear has fled
From his fearful repast;
By the spirits that hover
And shriek in the air,
When the hunters discover
The wolf in his lair;
By the wind of the north
That bears death on his breast—
We charge thee—come forth
From the cave of thy rest!
That whirl in the blast,
When the white bear has fled
From his fearful repast;
By the spirits that hover
And shriek in the air,
When the hunters discover
The wolf in his lair;
By the wind of the north
That bears death on his breast—
We charge thee—come forth
From the cave of thy rest!
By the regions of woe
Where the demons remain;
By the soul of each foe
That our warriors have slain;
By the mists that surround us
With darkness and pain;
By the ice that has bound us
On mountain and plain;
By the wind of the north
That bears death on his breast—
We charge thee—come forth
From the cave of thy rest!
Where the demons remain;
By the soul of each foe
That our warriors have slain;
By the mists that surround us
With darkness and pain;
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On mountain and plain;
By the wind of the north
That bears death on his breast—
We charge thee—come forth
From the cave of thy rest!
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