
"Robert Service was born in England in 1874. After spending his childhood in Scotland he came to Canada and there commenced the life of wandering and adventure which has given birth to songs, rhymes, ballads and poems that have spread over the whole world. His vagabond career, bounded by Alaska and Turkey, by England and Mexico, has been such a diversity of add jobes in so many places than an actual chronicle of it is well nigh impossible. Mr. Service, who escaped to America from the German invasion of France, later returned to that country where he spent the remainder of his days. In his poetry, however, he still lives as a vagabond in the hearts of his many readers. He has caught the spirit of wanderlust latent in every one of us and his verses will live on forever." ---------- *Service, Robert W. The Spell of the Yukon and Other Verses. New York: G. P. Putnam's Sons, 1916. Print.*
“A promise made is a debt unpaid””
“When you're lost in the Wild, and you're scared as a child, And Death looks you bang in the eye, And you're sore as a boil, it's according to Hoyle To cock your revolver and . . . die. But the Code of a Man says: "Fight all you can," And self-dissolution is barred. In hunger and woe, oh, it's easy to blow...It's the hell-served-for-breakfast that's hard. "You're sick of the game!" Well, now, that's a shame. You're young and you're brave and you're bright. "You've had a raw deal!" I know”