She thinks she smells the Northland snow,
And she’s as glad as we to go.

She thinks she smells the Northland rime,
And the dear dark nights of winter-time.

She wants to be at her own home pier,
To shift her sails and standing gear.

She wants to be in her winter-shed. 
To strip herself and go to bed.

Her very bolts are sick for shore,
And we—­we want it ten times more!

So all you Gods that love brave men,
Send us a three-reef gale again!

Send us a gale, and watch us come,
With close-cropped canvas slashing home!

But—­there’s no wind on all these seas, A long pull for Stavanger! So we must wake the white-ash breeze, A long pull for Stavanger!

‘ANGUTIVAUN TAINA’

Song of the Returning Hunter (Esquimaux).

Our gloves are stiff with the frozen blood,
  Our furs with the drifted snow,
As we come in with the seal—­the seal! 
  In from the edge of the floe.

An jana!  Aua!  Oha!  Haq!
  And the yelping dog-teams go,
And the long whips crack, and the men come back,
  Back from the edge of the floe!

We tracked our seal to his secret place,
  We heard him scratch below,
We made our mark, and we watched beside,
  Out on the edge of the floe.

We raised our lance when he rose to breathe,
  We drove it downward—­so! 
And we played him thus, and we killed him thus,
  Out on the edge of the floe.

Our gloves are glued with the frozen blood,
  Our eyes with the drifting snow;
But we come back to our wives again,
  Back from the edge of the floe!

Au jana!  Aua!  Oha!  Haq! 
  And the loaded dog-teams go,
And the wives can hear their men come back,
  Back from the edge of the floe!

HUNTING-SONG OF THE SEEONEE PACK

As the dawn was breaking the Sambhur belled—­
  Once, twice and again! 
And a doe leaped up, and a doe leaped up
From the pond in the wood where the wild deer sup. 
This I, scouting alone, beheld,
  Once, twice and again!

As the dawn was breaking the Sambhur belled—­
  Once, twice and again! 
And a wolf stole back, and a wolf stole back
To carry the word to the waiting pack,
And we sought and we found and we bayed on his track
  Once, twice and again!

As the dawn was breaking the Wolf Pack yelled
  Once, twice and again! 
Feet in the jungle that leave no mark! 
Eyes that can see in the dark—­the dark! 
Tongue—­give tongue to it!  Hark!  O hark! 
  Once, twice and again!

SONG OF THE MEN’S SIDE

(Neolithic)

Once we feared The Beast—­when he followed us we ran,
  Ran very fast though we knew
It was not right that The Beast should master Man;
  But what could we Flint-workers do? 
The Beast only grinned at our spears round his ears—­
  Grinned at the hammers that we made;
But now we will hunt him for the life with the Knife—­
  And this is the Buyer of the Blade!