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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508693" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ballad Of Hard-Luck Henry</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508693" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Now wouldn't you expect to find a man an awful crank<br>That's staked out nigh three hundred claims, and every one a blank;<br>That's followed every fool stampede, and seen the rise and fall<br>Of camps where men got gold in chunks and he got none at all;<br>That's prospected a bit of ground and sold it for a song<br>To see it yield a fortune to some fool that came along;<br>That's sunk a dozen bed-rock holes, and not a speck in sight,<br>Yet sees them take a million from the claims to left and right?<br>Now aren't things like that enough to drive a man to booze?<br>But Hard-Luck Smith was hoodoo-proof--he knew the way to lose.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508693" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Twas in the fall of nineteen four--leap-year I've heard them say--<br>When Hard-Luck came to Hunker Creek and took a hillside lay.<br>And lo! as if to make amends for all the futile past,<br>Late in the year he struck it rich, the real pay-streak at last.<br>The riffles of his sluicing-box were choked with speckled earth,<br>And night and day he worked that lay for all that he was worth.<br>And when in chill December's gloom his lucky lease expired,<br>He found that he had made a stake as big as he desired.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508693" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">One day while meditating on the waywardness of fate,<br>He felt the ache of lonely man to find a fitting mate;<br>A petticoated pard to cheer his solitary life,<br>A woman with soft, soothing ways, a confidant, a wife.<br>And while he cooked his supper on his little Yukon stove,<br>He wished that he had staked a claim in Love's rich treasure-trove;<br>When suddenly he paused and held aloft a Yukon egg,<br>For there in pencilled letters was the magic name of Peg.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508693" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">You know these Yukon eggs of ours--some pink, some green, some blue--<br>A dollar per, assorted tints, assorted flavors too.<br>The supercilious cheechako might designate them high,<br>But one acquires a taste for them and likes them by-and-by.<br>Well, Hard-Luck Henry took this egg and held it to the light,<br>And there was more faint pencilling that sorely taxed his sight.<br>At last he made it out, and then the legend ran like this--<br>"Will Klondike miner write to Peg, Plumhollow, Squashville, Wis.?"</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508693" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">That night he got to thinking of this far-off, unknown fair;<br>It seemed so sort of opportune, an answer to his prayer.<br>She flitted sweetly through his dreams, she haunted him by day,<br>She smiled through clouds of nicotine, she cheered his weary way.<br>At last he yielded to the spell; his course of love he set--<br>Wisconsin his objective point; his object, Margaret.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508693" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With every mile of sea and land his longing grew and grew.<br>He practised all his pretty words, and these, I fear, were few.<br>At last, one frosty evening, with a cold chill down his spine,<br>He found himself before her house, the threshold of the shrine.<br>His courage flickered to a spark, then glowed with sudden flame--<br>He knocked; he heard a welcome word; she came--his goddess came.<br>Oh, she was fair as any flower, and huskily he spoke:<br>"I'm all the way from Klondike, with a mighty heavy poke.<br>I'm looking for a lassie, one whose Christian name is Peg,<br>Who sought a Klondike miner, and who wrote it on an egg."</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508693" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The lassie gazed at him a space, her cheeks grew rosy red;<br>She gazed at him with tear-bright eyes, then tenderly she said:<br>"Yes, lonely Klondike miner, it is true my name is Peg.<br>It's also true I longed for you and wrote it on an egg.<br>My heart went out to someone in that land of night and cold;<br>But oh, I fear that Yukon egg must have been mighty old.<br>I waited long, I hoped and feared; you should have come before;<br>I've been a wedded woman now for eighteen months or more.<br>I'm sorry, since you've come so far, you ain't the one that wins;<br>But won't you take a step inside--I'll let you see the twins."</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a></strong></div>