With the aurora borealis flaming coldly overhead, or the stars leaping in the frost dance, and the land numb and frozen under its pall of snow, this song of the huskies might have been the defiance of life, only it was pitched in minor key, with long-drawn wailings and half-sobs, and was more the pleading of life, the articulate travail of existence.
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a time of economic travail
Lines formed in his face, and in those lines were the travail of the North, the bite of the frost, all that he had achieved and suffered