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| SPEED on, speed on, good Master! | |
| The camp lies far away; | |
| We must cross the haunted valley | |
| Before the close of day. | |
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| How the snow-blight came upon me | 5 |
| I will tell you as we go, | |
| The blight of the Shadow Hunter | |
| Who walks the midnight snow. | |
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| To the cold December heaven | |
| Came the pale moon and the stars, | 10 |
| As the yellow sun was sinking | |
| Behind the purple bars. | |
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| The snow was deeply drifted | |
| Upon the ridges drear | |
| That lay for miles between me | 15 |
| And the camp for which we steer. | |
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| ’Twas silent on the hill-side | |
| And by the sombre wood, | |
| No sound of life or motion | |
| To break the solitude, | 20 |
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| Save the wailing of the moose-bird | |
| With a plaintive note and low, | |
| And the skating of the red leaf | |
| Upon the frozen snow. | |
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| And I said, ‘Though dark is falling | 25 |
| And far the camp must be, | |
| Yet my heart it would be lightsome | |
| If I had but company.’ | |
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| And then I sang and shouted, | |
| Keeping measure as I sped, | 30 |
| To the harp-twang of the snowshoe | |
| As it sprang beneath my tread. | |
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| Nor far into the valley | |
| Had I dipped upon my way | |
| When a dusky figure joined me, | 35 |
| In a capuchon of grey, | |
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| Bending upon the snowshoes | |
| With a long and limber stride; | |
| And I hailed the dusky stranger | |
| As we travelled side by side. | 40 |
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| But no token of communion | |
| Gave he by word or look, | |
| And the fear-chill fell upon me | |
| At the crossing of the brook. | |
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| For I saw by the sickly moonlight, | 45 |
| As I followed, bending low, | |
| That the walking of the stranger | |
| Left no footmarks on the snow. | |
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| Then the fear-chill gathered o’er me | |
| Like a shroud around me cast, | 50 |
| As I sank upon the snow-drift | |
| Where the Shadow Hunter passed. | |
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| And the otter-trappers found me | |
| Before the break of day, | |
| With my dark hair blanched and whitened | 55 |
| As the snow in which I lay. | |
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| But they spoke not as they raised me; | |
| For they knew that in the night | |
| I had seen the Shadow Hunter, | |
| And had withered in his blight. | 60 |
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| Sancta Maria, speed us! | |
| The sun is falling low; | |
| Before us lies the valley | |
| Of the Walker of the Snow! | |
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