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Poetry Gallery
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Oh, we are the Innuit people:
   We can sleep on the ice-blossoms pure
With a little hard-tack in a big gunny-sack
   Just as well as professor John Muir.
Oh, we are the Innuit people,
   O'er glacier slivers we slide,
With no little pup to 'liven us up--
   no science to serve as a guide.
Oh, we are the Innuit people,
   For Coe we have worms on the ice.
For Merriam dear, if he comes every year,
   We'll furnish him new rats and mice.
Oh, we are the Innuit people,
   We have angles both plane and obtuse
Our tangents are scanty but of secants we have plenty,
All we wish is your hypotenuse.
Oh, we are the Innuit people,
   In base lines you will find we have some;
O'er your vertical angle with you we wont wrangle,
   So Gannett, good Gannett, go home.
Oh, we are the Innuit people,
   The scientists came here to see--
Much obliged for their call, they are gentleman all,
   Three cheers for the Harriman A.H.
                   -0-
         Capt.Doran.
Off LaPerouse Glacier,
    July 24, 1899.
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