"WINDY"
Lady Marmaduke Montague-Marlinford-Dunne
Came out to the Yukon in search of her son;
Heir to vast estates and to lands long entailed,
Handed down by great grandpapa's fist (which was mailed).
The young man had mushed in by the lone Chilcoot Pass
And was known to the boys as "That titled young Ass."
For the stuff he wrote home took Belgravian breath:
"Dear Monty with savages!"—"mushing!"—"to death"!
They were shocked at the mention "pay-dirt"; and "the pan,"
They fully explained, was "held by Monty's man!"
At St. James, The Carlton, The Ritz, it was told
How "Monty owns mountains and canyons of—Gold!"
Came a lapse in the years and the letters. Despair
Seized the hearts in Belgravia—no word from the heir;
For the lure of the Northland—the life of the camp,
Had Monty the Beau transformed into a—tramp
Who had drifted, like jetsam, the breakers among,
And had almost forgotten his own mother-tongue.
PRAY, SIR, HAVE YOU SEEN MR. MARMADUKE