I Remember Little Of The Yukon Or

Alas! The Road To Anywhere Is Pitfalled With Disaster; There's Hunger, Want, And Weariness, Yet O We Loved It So! As On We Tramped Exultantly, And No Man Was Our Master, And No Man Guessed What Dreams Were Ours, As, Swinging Heel And Toe, We Tramped The Road To Anywhere, The Magic Road To Anywhere, The Tragic Road To Anywhere, Such Dear, Dim Years Ago.

It Isn't The Mountain Ahead That Wears You Out; It's The Grain Of Sand In Your Shoe.

Be Master Of Your Petty Annoyances And Conserve Your Energies For The Big, Worthwhile Things. It Isn't The Mountain Ahead That Wears You Out - It's The Grain Of Sand In Your Shoe.

Now A Promise Made Is A Debt Unpaid, And The Trail Has Its Own Stern Code.

A Promise Made Is A Debt Unpaid.