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winterwishes - On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail.

Submitted by RoadSong at 2013-12-24 12:33:38 EST
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Greetings from the banks of Rattlesnake Creek. May you be warm and thankful.


Peace On Earth 1930 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d8stkqssLYc


The most valuable possession you can own is an open heart. The most powerful weapon you can be is an instrument of peace.
Carlos Santana

Peace and friendship with all mankind is our wisest policy, and I wish we may be permitted to pursue it.
Thomas Jefferson

He that would live in peace and at ease must not speak all he knows or all he sees.
Benjamin Franklin

I think that people want peace so much that one of these days government had better get out of their way and let them have it.
Dwight D. Eisenhower

The simplification of life is one of the steps to inner peace. A persistent simplification will create an inner and outer well-being that places harmony in one's life.
Peace Pilgrim


On to the land of the midnight sun!


North To Alaska Johnny Horton https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JSt0NEESrUA


The Cremation of Sam McGee Johnny Cash https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yJNZwuamwj0


The Cremation of Sam McGee
By Robert W. Service

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.
Why he left his home in the South to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he'd often say in his homely way that "he'd sooner live in hell."

On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson 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.

And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,
And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead were dancing heel and toe,
He turned to me, and "Cap," says he, "I'll cash in this trip, I guess;
And if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request."

Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no; then he says with a sort of moan:
"It's the cursèd cold, and it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean through to the bone.
Yet 'tain't being dead—it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains."

A pal's last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail;
And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale.
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee;
And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.

There wasn't a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven,
With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid, because of a promise given;
It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say: "You may tax your brawn and brains,
But you promised true, and it's up to you to cremate those last remains."

Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.
In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load.
In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring,
Howled out their woes to the homeless snows— O God! how I loathed the thing.

And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow;
And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low;
The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in;
And I'd often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin.

Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay;
It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the "Alice May."
And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum;
Then "Here," said I, with a sudden cry, "is my cre-ma-tor-eum."

Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;
Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;
The flames just soared, and the furnace roared—such a blaze you seldom see;
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.

Then I made a hike, for I didn't like to hear him sizzle so;
And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow.
It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don't know why;
And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.

I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear;
But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near;
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: "I'll just take a peep inside.
I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked"; ... then the door I opened wide.

And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: "Please close that door.
It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm—
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm."

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam McGee.



Many Blessings to all that tread the hallowed Uber halls. DECK EM

God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen Annie Lennox http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZlsJD8RlhbI
Snowbound by my uncle Wayne King. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2_OpGsBbeEs&list=PLD6F810B2AB5C20BE&index=54

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Submitted by RoadSong at 2014-01-07 01:43:56 EST (#)

"...Best to not bother them...".

Oh man. Gators.

Submitted by skrapmetal at 2013-12-29 09:00:15 EST (#)

On spring fed rivers with a lot of water traffic the 'gators tend to stay in the surrounding swamps where there's more food and less hassle. Best to not bother them, so we keep the kayaks out of the swamp.

Submitted by RoadSong at 2013-12-28 23:29:19 EST (#)

Are there gators in the water?

Submitted by skrapmetal at 2013-12-28 18:31:50 EST (#)

You can have that snow stuff. It was 82F here today. Went kayaking on the Homosassa River today, saw some manatees (pic not very good - tourists has stirred up the water trying to pet the thing or whatever), and had awesome smoked mullet dip and spicy steamed shrimp and cold beers by the water at The Freezer afterwards. Glorious. The f'dog LOVES that smoked mullet dip, donchano.

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Submitted by FALLEN at 2013-12-27 08:42:16 EST (#)
Rating: 2

Tweeter !

Submitted by Fucking foul at 2013-12-25 21:12:45 EST (#)
Rating: 2

TWEETER

Submitted by RoadSong at 2013-12-25 20:44:04 EST (#)


! Uber does gifs better !

Submitted by messmind at 2013-12-25 07:56:22 EST (#)

Nice gif's. Something that uber DOES better.

Submitted by skrapmetal at 2013-12-24 22:09:39 EST (#)
Rating: 2

Peace.

Submitted by Anglophile at 2013-12-24 14:06:35 EST (#)
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Submitted by Tom Sorrell at 2013-12-24 13:45:54 EST (#)
Rating: 2


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