Like cougars, in our path,

Still forward on our way we keep,

Nor heed their futile wrath.

Where glitter trackless wastes of snow

Beneath the northern light,

On netted shoes we noiseless go,

Nor heed though keen winds bite.

The shaggy bears our prowess know,

The white fox fears our might,

And wolves, when warm our camp-fires glow,