II.

For things were done in the Midnight Sun that no tongue will ever tell;

And men there be who walk earth-free, but whose names are writ in hell —

Are writ in flames with the guilty names of Fournier and Labelle.

Put not your trust in a poke of dust would ye sleep the sleep of sin;

For there be those who would rob your clothes ere yet the dawn comes in;

And a prize likewise in a woman's eyes is a peerless black fox skin.

Wherefore it was beyond all laws that lusts of man restrain,

A man drank deep and sank to sleep never to wake again;

And the Yukon swallowed through a hole the cold corpse of the slain.