——by Hamlin Garland

　　Do you fear the force of the wind,

　　The slash¹ of the rain?

　　Go face them and fight them,

　　Be savage² again.

　　Go hungry and cold like the wolf,

　　Go wade³ like the crane:

　　The palms of your hands will thicken,

　　The skin of your cheek will tan,

　　You'll grow ragged⁴ and weary and swarthy,

　　But you'll walk like a man!