No new-cut tongues if the bison, no pelts of the reindeer there,
But only cold snow for cover, and only bare bones for fare.
For they said, "We are nowise worthy, we hunting and trapping fools,
To judge of his fine bone-scribings, and the way he uses his tools,
Only an artist can judge of an artist's work, and he
Is our only maker of pictures, our only man who can see.
"So he must be artist and critic and purchaser all in one!"
And Ung admitted their logic, but he did not see the fun.
He cried "I am cold and hungry!" Then they said, "O picture-man,
Art for Art's sake is your motto; then live on your Art—if you can!"