I grabbed a line in the freezing wind
And held with all my might;
The loyal dogs dug in their paws
And pulled like loyal mates.
And when I could see once more, I saw
I was thirty-nine and eight.
And still the wind!
And still the ice!
And the weight of that frozen sleigh;
But I turned my hand to the helm once more
And mushed, for the next of Kay.