THE LAW OF THE YUKON 



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." 



— Robert Service. 



