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256 pages, Paperback
First published April 1, 1982
Malamute kid arose, cup in hand and glanced at the greased paper window, where the frost stood three inches thick. "a health to the man, on the trail this night, may his grub hold out, may his dogs keep their legs and his matches never misfire"
The courtroom listened stolidly to each unadorned little tragedy, as Imber paused to remember.
“First, there was the man who came over the Ice Mountains, it’s cunning traps made of iron, who sought the beaver of the Whitefish. Him, I slew. And there were three men seeking gold on the Whitefish long ago. Them also Inslew, and left them to the wolverines. And at Five Fingers there was a man with a raft and much meat.”
“The best of our young men and women had gone away with the white men to wander on the trail and river to far places. And the young women came back old and broken, or they came back not at all. And the young men came back to sit by our fires for a time, full of ill speech and rough ways, drinking evil drinks and gambling through long nights and day, with a great unrest always in their hearts. And they were without honor and respect, jeering old time customs and laughing in the faces of the chiefs and the shamans..
Climb if you will,
but remember that courage and strength
are nought without prudence,
and that a momentary negligence
may destroy the happiness of a lifetime.
Do nothing in haste;
look well to each step;
and from the beginning
think what may be the end.