I Have Wandered On The Plains Of The Musk-Ox, The
Home Of The Snowbird And The Caribou.
These were the things I had
burned to do.
Was I content? Content!! Is a man ever content with
a single sip of joy long-dreamed of?
Four years have gone since then. The wanderlust was not stifled any
more than a fire is stifled by giving it air. I have taken into
my heart a longing, given shape to an ancient instinct. Have I not
found for myself a kingdom and become a part of it? My reason and
my heart say, "Go back to see it all." Grant only this, that I
gather again the same brave men that manned my frail canoe,
and as sure as life and strength continue I shall go.
*** END OF THE ARCTIC PRAIRIES by Ernest Thompson Seton ***
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