Robert W. Service

“Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail.”

“A promise made is a debt unpaid.”

“A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon.”

“A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon.”

“There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold.”

“There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold.”

“There's a race of men that don't fit in, A race that can't stay still; So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will.”

“It's the beauty that thrills me with wonder, It's the stillness that fills me with peace.”

“I wanted the gold, and I sought it; I scrabbled and mucked like a slave. Was it famine or scurvy—I fought it; I hurled my youth into a grave.”

“The lady that's known as Lou.”

“It's easy to cry that you're beaten—and die; It's easy to crawfish and crawl; But to fight and to fight when hope's out of sight—Why, that's the best game of them all!”

“It isn't the mountain ahead that wears you out; it's the grain of sand in your shoe.”

“I have no doubt at all the Devil grins, As seas of ink I spatter.”

“Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.”

“The Arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold.”

“It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones who win in the lifelong race.”

“There's a land where the mountains are nameless, And the rivers all run God knows where.”

“Were you ever out in the Great Alone, when the moon was awful clear, And the icy mountains hemmed you in with a silence you most could hear.”

“It's the plugging away that will win you the day.”

“Be master of your soul.”