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-3/
