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By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, But the queerest they ever did see Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam McGee. Robert Service The Cremation of Sam McGee |
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a man journeys into a far country, he must be prepared to forget many of
the things he has learned, and to acquire such customs as are inherent
with existence in the new land; he must abandon the old ideals and the
old gods, and oftentimes he must reverse the very codes by which his conduct
has hitherto been shaped. . . . It were better for the man who cannot fit
himself to the new groove to return to his own country; if he delay too
long, he will surely die.
The Son of the Wolf |
| Of the tens of thousands of men and women who rushed to the Klondike gold fields, some who returned empty-handed sought to tell their tales in writing. A number of stampeder autobiographies appeared over the next few decades, while hundreds of newspapers and magazines chronicled returning stampeders' stories. Two of the most noted writers to emerge from the Klondike Gold Rush were Robert Service and Jack London. |
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