The Spell of the Yukon

As part of my research for Into the North, I read a lot of stories, poems, and songs penned about and by the prospectors of the Yukon Gold Rush in the late 19th century. Just for fun, here’s one of the shorter pieces that I found.

The Spell of the Yukon

I wanted the gold, and I sought it;
I scrabbled and mucked like a slave.
Was it famine or scurvy – I fought it;
I hurled my youth into a grave.
I wanted the gold, and I got it –
Came out with a fortune last fall, –
Yet somehow life’s not what I thought it,
And somehow the gold isn’t all.

No! There’s the land. (Have you seen it?)
It’s the cussedest land that I know,
From the big, dizzy mountains that screen it
To the deep, deathlike valleys below.
Some say God was tired when He made It;
Some say it’s a fine land to shun;
Maybe; but there’s some as would trade it
For no land on earth – and I’m one.

You come to get rich (damned good reason);
You feel like an exile at first;
You hate it like hell for a season,
And then you are worse than the worst.
It grips you like some kinds of sinning;
It twists you from foe to a friend;
It seems it’s been since the beginning;
It seems it will be to the end.

I’ve stood in some mighty-mouthed hollow
That’s plumb-full of hush to the brim;
I’ve watched the big, husky sun wallow
In crimson and gold, and grow dim,
Till the moon set the pearly peaks gleaming,
And the stars tumbled out, neck and crop;
And I’ve thought that I surely was dreaming,
With the peace o’ the world piled on top;

The summer – no sweeter was ever;
The sunshiny woods all athrill;
The grayling aleap in the river,
The bighorn asleep on the hill.
The strong life that never knows harness;
The wilds where the caribou call;
The freshness, the freedom, the farness –
O God! how I’m stuck on it all.

The winter! the brightness that blinds you,
The white land locked tight as a drum,
The cold fear that follows and finds you,
The silence that bludgeons you dumb.
The snows that are older than history,
The woods where the weird shadows slant;
The stillness, the moonlight, the mystery,
I’ve bade ’em good-by – but I can’t.

There’s a land where the mountains are nameless,
And the rivers all run God knows where;
There are lives that are erring and aimless,
And deaths that just hang by a hair;
There are hardships that nobody reckons;
There are valleys unpeopled and still;
There’s a land – oh, it beckons and beckons,
And I want to go back – and I will.

They’re making my money diminish;
I’m sick of the taste of champagne.
Thank God! when I’m skinned to a finish
I’ll pike to the Yukon again.
I’ll fight – and you bet it’s no sham-fight;
It’s hell! – but I’ve been there before;
And it’s better than this by a damsite –
So me for the Yukon once more.

There’s gold, and it’s haunting and haunting;
It’s luring me on as of old;
Yet it isn’t the gold that I’m wanting
So much as just finding the gold.
It’s the great, big, broad land ‘way up yonder,
It’s the forests where silence has lease;
It’s the beauty that thrills me with wonder,
It’s the stillness that fills me with peace.

The Collected Poems of Robert Service

Copyright 1907, 1909, 1912 by Dodd, Mead and Company, Inc.

Fake Quotes from My Stories

Jaylocke inched closer to Keltin, doing his best to remain silent in the deep snow.
“Aren’t you going to take the shot?” he asked, nodding towards the beast moving along the far bank of the icy river.
“I can’t,” Keltin whispered.
“Why not?”
“I can’t pull the trigger while wearing these mittens.”
– (not from) Into the North

“Die, foul wizard!” screamed Eric as he launched himself into the room, only to be met by a young man in strange clothing with some sort of puppet on his knee.
“Err, I think you’re in the wrong story,” said the young man.
“Oops, sorry about that.”
“Try knocking next time!” said the puppet.
– (not from) Magic, Mystery and Mirth

Baron Rumsfeld turned to Keltin.
“Captain Moore, I need a brave volunteer for a dangerous mission.”
Keltin nodded somberly. “All right. Let me go look for one.”
– (not from) The Beast Hunter

This world is completely alien. the sky, the land, the moons. Two moons. How can that be? I must be on another world, as impossible as that sounds. Alone and stranded on an alien world. And before you ask, no, I don’t have any cell coverage here.
– (not from) Lost Under Two Moons

Writing Update July 7, 2017

I realized this morning that I haven’t posted an update on my various writing projects since the release of Into the North, so here’s a quick rundown of how all of my current stories are going.

The Next Keltin Moore Novel
I’m happy to say that the third installment in my monster hunting series is going strong, though I’m still in the early stages of the first draft. I won’t say any more than that about the plot or characters though, so please don’t ask. 🙂

Lost Under Two Moons Sequel
I’ve decided to shelf this project for the time being, as I have been having major issues since I started the project several years ago. Perhaps with time I’ll come up with a story that will do my first novel justice, but for the time being, I’d rather dedicate my time elsewhere.

Another Short Story Collection
This will likely be my next publication, and will include several stories that have appeared in other collections, including a steampunk-themed adaptation of an Edgar Allan Poe story and a space opera about a fantasy-themed resort planet. While I’m still deciding on the other stories that will be included, I do know that one of them will be an exclusive Keltin Moore short story, which should help keep fans satisfied until the third book is out!

My Mystery Project
I’m about three-fifths of the way through the first draft. That is all. 😉

Welcome to My New Fans!

First off, I want to say welcome to the new home for my blog! I’ve been intending to transfer my blogging activities to my website for a while now. Hopefully, you will enjoy some of the improved features of this new platform, including hashtags for improved navigation of articles, easier commenting, and better access to my other online homes.

While I will keep my old blog up for the foreseeable future so that fans can peruse the more than three year’s worth of articles there, all new articles will be featured on this site. I’ll also be posting updated versions of old articles on this site, so be on the lookout for those.

With all that said, I wanted to take a moment and extend a special welcome to all of my new fans. Whether I met you on my recent book tour or you’ve discovered my books on your own, I want to let you know how much I appreciate you and your shared love for the stories that I’ve created. Feel free to get in touch with me via Facebook or Twitter if you have any questions about my stories or want to talk about the craft of writing. While I am getting busier all the time, I always try to myself available for my fans.

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Again, I want to say thank you to all of my new fans and welcome everyone to this new home for my blog. You guys are great!