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If

(A Steal from Kipling)

If you can hit the trail in zero weather

And laugh at frozen hand, or foot or face;

If you can eat your dogs, and still keep moving

And beat the rest, and hold the stampede's pace;

If you can stake and dig alone, unaided

And hold your ground, if needs be with a gun

And find the gold and have some lawyer steal it,

And lose, and start again, and call it fun.

If you can go a year on mouldy bacon

And fight the scurvy off with bayo beans;

If you can jump your socks and do your washing

And smile the while you patch your threadbare jeans;

If you can laugh when sordid hunger mocks you

And smile while passing strangers eat your grub;

If you can boost when everybody knocks you

And know him wrong who holds you but a dub.

If you can still the pain when Outside calls you

And choke back thoughts of friends you still hold dear;

If you can still the dreams when night befalls you

And wake and strike while eyes and brain are clear;

If you can wait and stick it out a-smiling

When longing letters come to you from home,

And then don't find the taste of "hootch" beguiling

You'll like this Land, from Seward up to Nome.

If you can bear the deadly strain of waiting

Till your turn comes, and fortune smiles on you;

If you can fight and lose and keep on fighting

And to your early promises stay true;

If you can go thru Hell to spend the summer

And cuss, and freeze, and starve the winter thru

And start in broke again another New Year

You don't need this Land to make a man of you.

If you can beat the Row, the Game, the Dance-hall

And all men's pleasures, that you know are sin;

If you can live alone, and not get lonesome

Nor heed the "lady" when she says "come in":

If you can pick a winner from the "wild cats"

And hold and hope when everything looks blue;

If you can give up everything you've ever cared for

Then ALASKA IS THE ONLY PLACE FOR YOU.