Arctic Conditions
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On a Christmas Day we mushed our way over a northern trail; Talk of your cold! Through the parka’s fold it stabbed like a driven nail. If our eyes we’d close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn’t see; It wasn't much fun — but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee.