| We were in a caldron of fire. The roar of doom was in our ears (page 143) | Frontispiece | | FACING PAGE | | "No," she said firmly, "you can't see the girl" | 116 | | Then, as I hung half in, half out of the window, he clutched me by the throat | 316 | | "Garry," I said, "this is—this is Berna" | 476 |
This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain:
"Send not your foolish and feeble; send me your strong and your sane.
Strong for the red rage of battle; sane, for I harry them sore;
Send me men girt for the combat, men who are grit to the core;
Swift as the panther in triumph, fierce as the bear in defeat,
Sired of a bulldog parent, steeled in the furnace heat.
Send me the best of your breeding, lend me your chosen ones;
Them will I take to my bosom, them will I call my sons;
Them will I gild with my treasure, them will I glut with my meat;
But the others—the misfits, the failures—I trample under my feet."
| | —"Songs of a Sourdough." |
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