id	author	title	date	pages	extension	mime	words	sentences	flesch	summary	cache	txt
259	Service, Robert W. (Robert William)	Ballads of a Cheechako			.txt	text/plain	19666	1536	98	When unto them in the Long, Long Night came the man-who-had-no-name; It's life to a one-lunged man like me; it's London, it's women, it's wine. With wine and song they joyed night long, and they slept like swine by day. When the pine-trees crack like little guns in the silence of the wood, To-day will we sport like children, laugh in each other's eyes; That night the wife of his bosom, the light of joy in her eyes, Knew he her eyes were mystic with light that no man should see, The man who was fair as Apollo, god-like in woman's sight, Now aren't things like that enough to drive a man to booze? My heart went out to someone in that land of night and cold; He has labored like a demon night and day. "Then came I to a land I knew no man had ever seen,	./cache/259.txt	./txt/259.txt