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You must love the North . '' `` Indeed I do ! It calls to a fellow in some strange way that a gentler country never could . When once you 've lived the long , lazy June days that never end , and heard geese honking under a warm , sunlit midnight ; or when once you 've hit the trail on a winter morning so sharp and clear that the air stings your lungs , and the whole white , silent world glistens like a jewel ; yes -- and when you 've seen the dogs romping in harness till the sled runners ring ; and the distant mountain-ranges come out like beautiful carvings , so close you can reach them -- well , there 's something in it that brings you back -- that 's all , no matter where you 've lost yourself . It means health and equality and unrestraint . That 's what I like best , I dare say -- the utter unrestraint . `` When I was a school-boy , I used to gaze at the map of Alaska for hours .