William B. Stephenson, The Land of Tomorrow
“ There is always the great, white, silent expanse which one grows to love also. For I find the feeling to be general among those who [86] live in the Northland that it is not in her milder moods that Alaska calls to us loudest. One is most deeply conscious of hidden and gigantic forces,—untrodden heights, to which one can never attain, even in spirit! There may be those who hold that the tundra is desolate, dreary. ”
