This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain:<br>"Send not your foolish and feeble; send me your strong and your sane.<br>Strong for the red rage of battle; sane, for I harry them sore;<br>Send me men girt for the combat, men who are grit to the core;<br>Swift as the panther in triumph, fierce as the bear in defeat,<br>Sired of a bulldog parent, steeled in the furnace heat.<br>Send me the best of your breeding, lend me your chosen ones;<br>Them will I take to my bosom, them will I call my sons;<br>Them will I gild with my treasure, them will I glut with my meat;<br>But the others - the misfits, the failures - I trample under my feet."<br><br>- "Songs of a Sourdough."