Aahh, yes. I recall this tale. It was quite some time ago that I read this. As great stories written or told by great bards will, this one has accompanied me throughout my journey in this life. This is why it is such a pleasure to read. Those of you who, like one of my favorite authors, Mr. London, are able to spin yarns and craft these tales for, not only entertainment, but for the reader, or listener, being able to relate to a given story, therein also lies a way in which all of us, individually, are recognized and celebrated.
So, whenever it is that, in my near fifty-sixth year, and I am at my station of work, ( which is and has always been, like the protagonist of this story, by London, hard, mind- numbing, man killing labor; instead of despair, when my body starts to tell me my time is slowly waning, I am reminded of this yarn and instead of self-pity I am sort comforted in knowing that there are those who celebrate those of us who , as I always say, " ...are of strong back and weak mind."