Our gloves are stiff with the frozen blood, <br /> Our furs with the drifted snow, <br />As we come in with the seal--the seal! <br /> In from the edge of the floe. <br /> <br />Au jana! Aua! Oha! Haq! <br /> And the yelping dog-teams go; <br />And the long whips crack, and the men come back, <br /> Back from the edge of the floe! <br /> <br />We tracked our seal to his secret place, <br /> We heard him scratch below, <br />We made our mark, and we watched beside, <br /> Out on the edge of the floe. <br /> <br />We raised our lance when he rose to breathe, <br /> We drove it downward--so! <br />And we played him thus, and we killed him thus, <br /> Out on the edge of the floe. <br /> <br />Our gloves are glued with the frozen blood, <br /> Our eyes with the drifting snow; <br />But we come back to our wives again, <br /> Back from the edge of the floe! <br /> <br />Au jana! Aua! Oha! Haq! <br /> And the loaded dog-teams go; <br />And the wives ran hear their men come back, <br /> Back from the edge of the floe!<br /><br />Rudyard Kipling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angutivaun-taina/
