Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail.And like Sam, there are some mornings (like today) when I think I won't warm up unless I crawl right into the furnace. This is what the speaker in the poem witnesses when he finally has the nerve to see how it's going with Sam's cremation:
If our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn't see;
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."
Robert Service reciting The Cremation of Sam McGee
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