Robert W. Service,
Songs of a Sourdough
“ Have you broken trail on snowshoes? mushed your huskies up the river, Dared the unknown, led the way, and clutched the prize? Have you marked the map's void spaces, mingled with the mongrel races, Felt the savage strength of brute in every thew? And though grim as hell the worst is, can you round it off with curses? Then hearken to the wild—it's wanting you. Have you suffered, starved, and triumphed grovelled, down, yet grasped at glory, Grown bigger in the bigness of the whole? ”
