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Where men with large ambitions hewed their way. It was the challenge to the daring spirit Of vast resources in their native state. It was the lure of gold, romance of action, The chances of success where stakes were great. [*]Ocstall River--a tributary of the Skeena near its mouth. Jansen's Curse 'Twas out upon a gold stampede, And Jan had always planned to lead. The man who has the greatest might, He surely must be in the right, Was part of Jansen's creed; For very skookum[1] was this man, Built on a most ambitious plan; But with a domineering trait, Would have his own, no other way; And often had been heard to say: "I'll be no 'also ran.'" The river trip he hoped to make With an old-timer nicknamed Jake, Who'd hired a canoe; And with a bunch of sourdoughs[2] Intended, e're the river rose In flood, to push on through. This man soon got himself disliked As up the rapid stream they piked And oft by rapids lined. His overbearing ways were met With keen expressions of regret He'd not been left behind. At length the crew a village saw Of Indians who had a store In goods where Jan did trade. The others knew their chance at last They could not get away too fast When off ashore he'd strayed. They threw his pack out on the bank, Their late companion's health they drank With hopes they'd never meet; But Jan, their move when he realized, Came hurrying greatly surprised, And flushed with angry heat. Some most profane remarks he made And said that he was not afraid To thrash the blooming crew, Their ancestors were not forgot, He hoped old Nick would make it hot For any that he knew. One parting curse did Jan call down, He hoped they all would surely drown Before they reached their goal; The waters be their winding sheet, That Hell would raise a double heat To welcome every soul. Then taking up his pack he set His face towards the trail that yet Along the river ran. But soon the blazes were no more, His path was barred by creeks, a score, Which now no bridges span. He felled the towering cottonwood, That graceful by the river stood, To bridge each torrent wide. But longest spans were swept away, By the wild waters in their play At the last creek he tried. So plunging in the torrent wild Which swept him helpless as a child, He braved its swollen tide.
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